It is the biggest storm we’ve had in over two years. Or so say the experts. Winds are between 25 – 40 miles per hour, it hasn’t stopped pouring for a minute since last night. One of the big oak trees behind my house fell, taking an unsuspecting acacia tree along with it. Fortunately, they had the decency to fall away from my house and onto the opposite creek bed.
A perfect night it would be to fulfill this goal (or as close as I can get until I travel to the South with a special someone during lightning season). And yet, my prime victim candidate is out of town.
So I am sitting here instead. Alone in my bedroom. Eating a sandwich. And writing to you people.
Jan 04, 2008, 03:17PM PST | 9 cheers | 15 comments
Since I can’t get to the South in the summer for the best lightning storms ever, perhaps a regular old California midwinter jicker will have to do.
Hey! Get your mind out of the gutter and read more Dr. Seuss!
Sep 30, 2007, 12:09AM PDT | 2 cheers | 3 comments
I meant the singular definition of cohort, not the plural.
In case you were wondering.
Aug 06, 2007, 08:27PM PDT | 13 comments
is finding a worthy cohort.
Aug 06, 2007, 08:27PM PDT | 4 cheers | 81 comments
...a summer lightning storm in the South (U.S.). Very spectacular, very sexy, and I have always wanted to make love during a Southern lightning storm in the summer!
Jun 16, 2007, 11:12PM PDT | 3 cheers | 10 comments