Greetings and salutations, everyone; yes, once again it is I, your popular host, Mani the purebred border collie, here to tell you all about the scary things that have been happening. You may remember me from such scary posts as “Fear And Loafing”, among so many, many others.
Here I am in a characteristic pose. Yes, things have been scary.We had lots of thunder, as usual, but there have also been a lot of very loud explosions because of the holiday yesterday. Here I am wearing a Thundershirt. It belonged to Chess, the purebred border collie who lived here before me, and I guess I won’t say it’s mine until I’ve worn it a few times. I think it does make me feel a little better. Besides, the guy I live with looked in on me, from time to time.
I really don’t like this time of year, for the weather and the loud firecrackers, but at least I have my friend to cuddle me if I need it.
I like this kind of thing a lot better. The guy I live with says I hogged the picture. He’s been trying very hard to take some excellent pictures of the two of us on the couch, but I’m afraid he’s wrecked most of the pictures. There were a couple last time, and here’s another one, but he messed it up. Like, notice how nobly I’m posing, and he’s trying to smile, but looks worried. He said my ear was in the way.
Whatever; when these pictures were taken, yesterday afternoon, we were under a tornado watch.
After I had my dinner, we were under a severe thunderstorm watch. The storm moved very slowly, but then it started to rain. All of a sudden, huge hailstones began to fall. And then they stopped.
That was my day yesterday. Oh, except for the red ants on the canal path. The guy I live with said to step over them, so I did.And we have a lily flowering. That’s pretty unusual for here. I mean lots of gardeners here grow them, but they need lots of water which they wouldn’t get here. But there is one lily here. Well, two bulbs. This is Lilium martagon.
And, guess who’s living in the little nesting box in the corner of the patio? Baby wrens. I can hear them chirping.
I can’t show them to you because they’re behind the grape vine. The guy I live with said there was a song about hearing things on the grape vine, and I got what it was about right away. He kept saying “on the grape vine” but I think he meant “behind the grape vine”, because that’s how the grape vine sounds are sounding. Behind, not on. There’s been chirping and cheeping all day long. The guy I live with tried to get a good phone picture of Penstemon cobaea yesterday. It didn’t turn out badly. The flowers are huge. He said he’ll read the instructions for the camera sometime, too. Today we’ve been under a severe thunderstorm watch all afternoon, and will be tomorrow and probably the next day. It has been really stormy here. The guy I live with said he couldn’t remember a time when it was so stormy, with tornado watches and severe thunderstorm watches and warnings for so many days in a row. A thunderstorm passes over, then another, and another, and another. Wave after wave. Pretty scary.
The sky looked like this between thunderstorms. Hard to believe, I know.The guy I live with said there were places where it rained and nothing scary happened. I found that hard to believe, but he said it was true. Those places sounded kind of magical to me. Places where it just rained.
He also said that the thunderstorms caused him considerable anxiety, and that maybe some of that was rubbing off on me.
This morning he woke up and decided it was time to be done with his anxiety about things like this. The garden gets wrecked by hail pretty often, and there wasn’t anything he could do about it, except move.
So here we are.
This is our bedroom, upstairs, looking out through the window to rain.I really like the bedroom. It’s not very big, but it is super cozy. It wasn’t built as the master bedroom, which is next door, but was like a guest bedroom or something. That’s my internet radio glowing there, which I probably showed before, but I like the combination of the candle and internet radio. He bought the radio especially for me, to listen to when he goes to the store, because I don’t go to the store, and someone has to. The sound is good. I like it a lot. I also have a night light which you can’t see; it glows kind of softly after the candle is blown out.
Well I’ve kind of rambled, haven’t I? That’s what we purebred border collies do sometimes.
I’ll leave you with a picture of me, showing what I do when it thunders; hiding in my kitchen fort. It’s been thundering here for about eight hours, straight, with a little blue sky showing for a minute or two, so I do this a lot. Not constantly, but a lot.
Until next time, then.