June 11th, 2005

laszlo moholy-nagy_chx

Time's Up

There was lots of thunder and lightning last night, but very little rain. The look of the sky at evening had made me expect that a thunderstorm might arrive, but I didn't expect it to last so long. There were thunderheads crammed against the mountains, glowing lurid shades of pink as the sun set, and a very dark mass of cloud directly overhead, at the edge of which the thin crescent moon had just emerged, though its light was soon swallowed in the spreading mass. A rumbling came from the north, remaining distant for a long time, and then the storm swept down so quickly that I was taken by surprise when my window lit up and a great crash sounded. Sneaky storm.

It didn't stick around the neighborhood for long, but I saw the fading flashes and heard the diminishing roar as it moved into the valley. For several hours, there were periodic storm warning messages on the television. I didn't want to turn the computer back on, for fear of power outages and their accompanying surges, which in these parts are not uncommon results of electrical storms even several miles distant. By the time the storm had vanished altogether, I'd gotten hung up watching a cheesy 1970s vintage mystery movie, and by the time that ended, most of the night had gone. Ah, the wasted time.

So now I'm hearing the morning birds again, and the cat is mewing at me with displeasure. She spent most of the night in my room, first out of fear of the thunder, and then out of fear of the nephew who is sleeping in the den. She is one unhappy kitty. So, I got to see a very enjoyable storm for a while, but I wasted a lot of time and I have an unhappy cat. That adds up to a slightly negative score for the night. It sure smells nice this morning, though. Mmmm, lingering thunderstorm breath!


The sky has gone all cirrus today, and the white drifts have now begun to glow pink and orange with sunset light. I'm waiting for the mauve. Mauve cirrus is nice, and cooling to the gaze. I need a bit of cooling. The heat has returned, as it is won't to do following an electrical storm. All the flowers which had remained shut during the cold, rainy days have reopened, splashing the yard with bright color. The green of the leaves is darkening, though, as summer nears, and the green of grass is fading to yellow in patches which will, without irrigation, soon be brown. I haven't had to water the lawn yet this spring, thanks to the late season rains. Neighbors with automatic sprinklers are already squandering water. I hear a few sprinklers chattering now. Well, a few birds may enjoy an evening bath in their extravagant spray, I suppose, so the water isn't entirely wasted.

The nephew is spending another night, though the cat has not yet discovered this. She is sitting in my window, watching the dusk fall. In a few minutes, she will see his car arrive, and then she'll probably give me one of her accusing looks and a few irritated meows. I'll be sympathetic. I'm not fond of disruption, myself. Too, the quick change from brisk to balmy weather has left me a bit enervated, and I'd rather vegetate than deal with real life, but it can't be helped. Stuff to do, always stuff to do.

Oh, and the new computer just had its very first real conniption, rebooting itself and running a scan immediately following startup. Windows claims to have replaced a missing file of some sort. I have no idea what it was all about, but I've been expecting it. It's the first sign of the digital Alzheimer's with which all PCs eventually die. The onset of Sluggo's disease!