A storm rolled through last night as I lay meself down to sleep - it came through at 2 a.m.; I was asleep prior to that. But nevertheless, my dog Liesl has a problem with thunder and lightening. Rolling out of bed for certain necessary reasons at the time of night, I shuffled into the living room where I comforted both Liesl and, who knows why, little Greta who had suddenly become needy.
As we were comforting each other, there was a flash and all lights were erased. Luckily I had a flashlight at hand and my trusty cell phone. Our first wave of storms lasted a bit over a half hour. I threw myself back into bed - with Liesl and Greta following suit. Wait, that implies they were in my bed. Our dogs sleep on cushions on the floor. I know they would druther be on the bed; we don't vote.
At 5 something I woke long enough to call Oncor Delivery and report our power loss. Felt good about that. Then, let's say bout 6, dogs were all restless needing a morning trip to the dog pit for expulsion (they need to tinkle). We opened that back door to the pit and water was just streaming down hard. It was a battle. Over time 4 out of 5 added moisture to the backyard pit. Only Liesl stood her ground.
I went back to bed. Since it was raining still all morning with thunder and flashing lights, my wife did not turn them loose after their breakfast. For a change, no dog was outside my bedroom window barking as the neighbors left for work. It was so nice. I woke up about 9:30 - made myself get out of bed. Stepped into the water closet and WHAM the lights were back on.
All morning lights came on - went off - came on - went off - came on - you get the picture. It was past noon before they remained on. Meanwhile, we opened all the windows for a breeze, I crushed some aluminum cans, did a Soduko, ate breakfast, ate lunch, let dogs in and out of the back door, threw the ball for Oscar, made Liesl go to the grass, read a bit of a newspaper and generally did little.
Storms are gone. Skies are clear. Breeze is out of the north into the house. Liesl has settled down. Took a short nap. Drove to M.E.N. Water Dept. and paid the water bill. Balanced the check book. Tonight should be a Netflix night. And so we go on.
A "STONE" is a family word for a personal story or thought, not quite an essay or short story. We moved to central Texas to be near a daughter. We are down to only one wirehair dachshund - Sadie. (Goodbye in 2021 to Oscar the ball boy and Bruno the larger twin) & my wife -- penned by a retired Texas H.S. band director - just nonsense thoughts unrelated to each other or anything other than what's happening and comments.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Thurs morn storm
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