Friday, 29 July 2005

Daisies Don't Grow in Thunder

In an attempt to respond to the Angela's blog about her experiences with the recent storm, I soon realized this is worthy of a new blog post considering mine hasn't had a real update in since the exhaustive investigation into the tragic end of one Humpty Dumpty, case still pending judicial review.

It had been nothing but heat, sun, and humidity to boot. All things hot regarding weather were occuring, draping the entire state in an unbelievable heat wave never seen in some places. In Ludington, the beach was the place to be. On Monday, it was like a dream with more heat, enough humidity for a fish to survive in the air, and lake temperatures comfortable for swimming yet cool enough to be refreshing.

On Monday, Western Michigan recently experienced a meteorologic tour de force after this hopefully-forgettable pattern of heat. A cold front with cool, dry air came in, told the hot, moist air to take a hike, and then a terrific battle ensued to which many rejoiced. *Insert fanfare*

The Major General Music, hearing the thunder gurgling over Lake Michigan, quickly grabbed a shower before risking getting zapped through the water lines. After drying off sufficiently and prepping for bed, he then clicked on his nightlight and piano lamp (which serves as the ideal reading light), reached for his book, and attempted to enjoy some more C.S. Lewis before the Sandman came knocking looking for some not-wet shelter.

But, wait! This all came to a halt as the Major General Music spotted a lightning bolt outside and decided that his Braille skills are too underdeveloped to utilize should the house be rendered excessively dark for reading by the glow of lightning. So he clicked off the piano light, set the book down for another day, and waited to watch the show or sleep. One large crack of thunder sends the small and neurotic gray-and-white kitty charging into his room seeking shelter. The Major General Music then grabs the cat and asks her to please not go into the box springs again, it's uncomfortable to feel a cat moving under your person as you sleep. She obliged only if permitted to burrow under the covers and proceeded to do just as she requested.

Seeing as the kitty hid in the middle of the bed, the Major General Music patiently waited on one side as the storm roared on outside, pelting the area with quenching rain, a terrific light show, and sound effects to boot. However, the kitty decided that wasn't pleasant and following the boom of a very-close lightning strike, she imitated the discharges outside and bolted downstairs. The Major General Music then watches the power flicker twice and female parental figure discovers the newly-abandoned Major General Music awake as well. She then orders him to grab the electric torch from downstairs in case of a blackout.

The Major General Music obliged the female parental figure and wisely grabs the flashlight while male parental figure defiantly snores through the weather's showcase of power. Once returning to his chambers, the Major General Music heard another close lighting strike and his feline companion dashed back into his room and opted for the box springs as her hiding place of choice. The amused Major General Music then looked at the clock's late hour and slept through the night, discovering a lawn that's even-taller and far too soggy to mow the next morning.

Currently Reading The Voyage of the Dawn Treader By C.S. Lewis see related

Comments(3)

Becky was here....

dorothygale27

So was me...

chickenlittle27

Well what took you so long?

Major_General_Music