Whew!

Now, this is a real workout- especially since I'm not very good at writing on the run. Or thinking on the run. Yeah, I was always crappy at debate. But sometimes, you just can't resist. Now, I really need to sleep.

Flash

I tried to post something this afternoon, but before I finished writing it, a thunderstorm came up and I decided that it would be wise to shut down the computer until it passed. I'll try to re-collect my thoughts and put that post up later.
Love thunderstorms.
Hate power failures.

Ignoring Good Advice

Mark Twain warned writers not to write about the weather. Now, on matters of writing, I am inclined to follow Twain's advice. Very few people have written with greater vitality and clarity. But in this case, I find myself ignoring him. The fact is, I like weather, and I like writing about it. So here is todays weather report.

The temperature has dropped into the 80s, and the clouds are even heavier than they were yesterday. Showers have been falling, and the smell of fresh rain is in the air, which has a sultry, almost tropical feel.

But the look of the day is more like one of Pissarro's Parisian street scenes. In my quiet mountain backwater, my thoughts are full of metropolitan images-- rain slicked boulevards, black umbrellas, lights gleaming from shop windows, flashes of color amid crowds dashing through the downpours, and, over it all, the dark marbled mass of cloud churning across the sky.

I do love the rain.
And, sorry, Mr. Clemens.

Lightning rod

Amazing. Every single time I have gone on line today, a thunderstorm has struck. The last time, just before 8:00, lightning struck something very near- maybe a tree near the apple orchard. Whatever it was, it wasn't a power pole. If one of those gets hit while the computer is on, it will probably fry my CPU once and for all. I need to get this outlet grounded. :O