Thursday, May 22, 2008

Summer Storm

KRASH/BOOM!!!! A ball of blinding white light appears in the bedroom with us.

"Holy shit! What's going on?" The bed shakes as he bounds into a sitting position upon being abruptly yanked back into his body from his dream state.

"I think it's lightning". I'm jolted back,too and I am not sure of anything just yet.

"At the stroke of 1:00," he says as he settles back onto the bed.

"My clock says 5:00."

We stopped using elecetric alarm clocks long ago and each of us has a battery operated one on our night stand. They double as night lights when we need them. His has stopped and mine is fine.


Fast forward to 7:30. I hear him going all through the house opening closets and knocking around. He turns on the light in my closet. What is he doing?

"What are you looking for," I ask?

"Do you know where the breakers are?"

"Yeah, they're outside on this wall."

"Outside?"

"Yeah."

I'm getting up now but he goes out to find them. It seems that the strike flipped 2 breakers, knocked out all our cable, phone and internet service, and messed with his alarm clock and a similar one on his desk in another room. (Mine was between the two others.)

Too much excitement for 5:00am.

We are grateful that no acutal harm was done.


Soundtrack for this post: Chi Coltrane, Thunder and Lightning

3 comments:

heartinsanfrancisco said...

I'm just glad you weren't hurt.

konagod said...

I wrote such a long comment about this post that I finally decided to just write a post myself. Thanks for the inspiration! :-)

(It's not done yet... will be up sometime this afternoon.)

Angela said...

Glad to know that you are both, okay. Frightening stuff, that!