Sep 25 2001
Stormy Monday
We had quite a thunderstorm last night. It started up before I went to sleep, and according to Rufus, it was going strong for quite some time afterwards. I’m afraid of thunderstorms, so I’m glad that I not only live where they don’t happen very often, but that I was able to sleep through this one.
Rufus, on the other hand, stayed awake reading while the lights flickered, hoping the power wouldn’t go out, since if it did, we would miss the premiere of “Angel”, among other things. Fortunately it didn’t actually go out and everything taped OK. The storm just had fun playing with us for a while.
When I was a kid, we used to go to Maine every summer. Dad worked at a marine biology lab and the lab gave us a cottage to stay in for the summer. It was made of pine boards and had a big deck looking over a lake. We used to get really scary thunderstorms there. Once, lightning split a tree in half right outside our door. Another time, lightning actually came out of some of the electrical outlets! So when it stormed at night in Maine, we kids would all pile into our parents’ bed and Dad would tell us stories until the storm went away or we fell asleep, whichever came first.
That was a long time ago, but it’s still nice to sleep through a thunderstorm, feeling safe because nothing bad can ever happen if Dad or Rufus is there.