A Perfectly Valid Excuse

"Your shortness of breath and wild fainting spells will be cured this week, thanks to a series of well-placed commas." 

I grew up in a house on the corner lot of a steeply sloped circle. Nestled against the mountainside and surrounded by aspens and pines. We had a humble little garage that opened onto the street below, but the cars were normally parked in the carport that faced the circle above. It was almost the height of a barn with the angled roof-line and a deep redwood color that would grow even deeper when it rained. The contrast of the wood and the surrounding greenery of all the trees makes my eyes water to even recall. 

I used to love sitting out there on an old rickety aluminum lawn chair during thunderstorms. The rain would come in these extraordinary sheets where it was so easy to believe you were the last one left upon the planet. The darkness of the clouds above weighing down like a heavy quilt of grey. Those summer storms where it feels like night in even the earliest of afternoons. The distant buzzing of electricity deafening your senses before the lightning strikes were yet visible. One-one-thousand-two-one *CRACK*!!!!! The rush of adrenaline racing through every cell in your body as the breeze releases a sudden spray of rain upon bare feet. I could sit there for hours when my parents weren't home. The presence of a "responsible adult" entailed being promptly whisked back indoors where there weren't worries of the silly little girl getting struck.
The smell of rain is one of those emotional triggers that brings so many memories of simpler times. The sound of thunder..... another. I can tie so many of my happiest moments in life to thunderstorms.....To the childlike joy exhibited in response to them. 

My only issue with thunderstorms?

I can't summon up even an ounce of motivation to focus on anything else. In fact, I don't believe I should HAVE TO. After all, they are some magical spectacle of the gods meant to be celebrated with absolutely undivided attention. In my book, anyway. Possibly because I have yet to be struck.... Today's forecast calls for afternoon thunderstorms. So did yesterday's, and I finally resigned to bed last night in a dramatic fit of disappointment. Still, there's hope for today. 

*Glances outside*

Nothing yet. 

...

Now? *glances outside*

Nope.

So clearly no real work is going to be accomplished today and I fully intend on blaming the weather. I probably should have called in "Vaguely Anticipating Greatness", but I had to bring the kids to school, so it seemed this would at least be a legitimate distraction. Makes me curious what sort of season we're in for as if it's one of fabulous thunderstorms... I may need to take an extended leave of absence. 

Happy Wednesday, Pets!


5 comments:

  1. OMG! I am a total thunderstorm freak. My boyfriend (at the time) and I lived in Florida and were treated to the most spectacular displays of thunder and lightening storms. We, too, use to set our chairs outside and watch the storms. The neighbors use to think we were crazy for sitting outside watching it. We thought they were crazy for sitting inside trying to ignore it:)

    Great description. I felt like I was there with you watching the storm, watching as the rain struck my feet.

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  2. In Texas there are frequent thunderstorms, but then I moved to California and...not so much. Like, ever. A few years ago I was in a meeting at work when an unbelievably loud boom startled the hell out of everyone. We got up, ran to the windows, and debated whether or not it was a plane crash or a bomb. Um, neither, it was thunder. A dozen years in SoCal and I forgot what it sounded like.

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  3. Annie, I love thunderstorms too! I would stand at the front screen door with my dad and watch the rain pelt down and wait for lightning to strike. I felt so safe standing there with my dad. Like NOTHING could ever hurt me, not even lightning!

    I have a clock radio that plays "white noise" and my favorite sound is the rain/thunderstorm! I'll play it when I nap.

    I think you're onto something with calling off work due to "Vaguely Anticipating Greatness". THAT is awesome! I'll have to borrow that!

    I hope your Wednesday was wonderful, and guess what, they are calling for some rain!

    ((You))

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  4. My Stunning Shay: That sounds like absolute bliss!!!! About 7 years back, we clocked almost as many strikes as Miami, which held the record that year - it was fantastic! Every afternoon about 1pm, you could count on flash flood thunderstorms - it made travel incredibly treacherous, but we had a 7-Eleven a few blocks away so we'd go tromping off in the storm for a cherry coke slurpee and squeal like idiots each time a strike would hit just in front of us. Those were the days :)
    Vesta, My Love: That is f*cking hilarious! I always wanted to move back up to Oregon, but lightning is a pretty rare occurrence there as well so I always have that at the back of my mind as a deterrence. Silly as it seems, I just love it far too much! I can imagine people calling the cops suspecting a bomb just to find it was the pesky weather! hee hee
    My Sweet Pamela: I MUST GET ONE OF THOSE WHITE NOISE MACHINES!!! NEAT!!! It would be second best to the real thing, and I could always splash myself with water from a glass for effect! haha! And what a beautiful memory! I only wish my parents had enjoyed it as much as I did. So did you end up getting rain? If so, may I just tell you how incredibly jealous I am?

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  5. We just had one today.

    A doozy that all after school practices/events were cancelled because of the flash flooding.

    Thunder storms always make me think of a human tantrum, after all the flailing and rendering of garments....there is peace.

    Just like a little two year old.

    I love thunderstorms.

    Tornadoes? No.

    But the anticipation of a good thunderstorm? All good associations with it.

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Kitty

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

A Perfectly Valid Excuse

"Your shortness of breath and wild fainting spells will be cured this week, thanks to a series of well-placed commas." 

I grew up in a house on the corner lot of a steeply sloped circle. Nestled against the mountainside and surrounded by aspens and pines. We had a humble little garage that opened onto the street below, but the cars were normally parked in the carport that faced the circle above. It was almost the height of a barn with the angled roof-line and a deep redwood color that would grow even deeper when it rained. The contrast of the wood and the surrounding greenery of all the trees makes my eyes water to even recall. 

I used to love sitting out there on an old rickety aluminum lawn chair during thunderstorms. The rain would come in these extraordinary sheets where it was so easy to believe you were the last one left upon the planet. The darkness of the clouds above weighing down like a heavy quilt of grey. Those summer storms where it feels like night in even the earliest of afternoons. The distant buzzing of electricity deafening your senses before the lightning strikes were yet visible. One-one-thousand-two-one *CRACK*!!!!! The rush of adrenaline racing through every cell in your body as the breeze releases a sudden spray of rain upon bare feet. I could sit there for hours when my parents weren't home. The presence of a "responsible adult" entailed being promptly whisked back indoors where there weren't worries of the silly little girl getting struck.
The smell of rain is one of those emotional triggers that brings so many memories of simpler times. The sound of thunder..... another. I can tie so many of my happiest moments in life to thunderstorms.....To the childlike joy exhibited in response to them. 

My only issue with thunderstorms?

I can't summon up even an ounce of motivation to focus on anything else. In fact, I don't believe I should HAVE TO. After all, they are some magical spectacle of the gods meant to be celebrated with absolutely undivided attention. In my book, anyway. Possibly because I have yet to be struck.... Today's forecast calls for afternoon thunderstorms. So did yesterday's, and I finally resigned to bed last night in a dramatic fit of disappointment. Still, there's hope for today. 

*Glances outside*

Nothing yet. 

...

Now? *glances outside*

Nope.

So clearly no real work is going to be accomplished today and I fully intend on blaming the weather. I probably should have called in "Vaguely Anticipating Greatness", but I had to bring the kids to school, so it seemed this would at least be a legitimate distraction. Makes me curious what sort of season we're in for as if it's one of fabulous thunderstorms... I may need to take an extended leave of absence. 

Happy Wednesday, Pets!


5 comments:

  1. OMG! I am a total thunderstorm freak. My boyfriend (at the time) and I lived in Florida and were treated to the most spectacular displays of thunder and lightening storms. We, too, use to set our chairs outside and watch the storms. The neighbors use to think we were crazy for sitting outside watching it. We thought they were crazy for sitting inside trying to ignore it:)

    Great description. I felt like I was there with you watching the storm, watching as the rain struck my feet.

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  2. In Texas there are frequent thunderstorms, but then I moved to California and...not so much. Like, ever. A few years ago I was in a meeting at work when an unbelievably loud boom startled the hell out of everyone. We got up, ran to the windows, and debated whether or not it was a plane crash or a bomb. Um, neither, it was thunder. A dozen years in SoCal and I forgot what it sounded like.

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  3. Annie, I love thunderstorms too! I would stand at the front screen door with my dad and watch the rain pelt down and wait for lightning to strike. I felt so safe standing there with my dad. Like NOTHING could ever hurt me, not even lightning!

    I have a clock radio that plays "white noise" and my favorite sound is the rain/thunderstorm! I'll play it when I nap.

    I think you're onto something with calling off work due to "Vaguely Anticipating Greatness". THAT is awesome! I'll have to borrow that!

    I hope your Wednesday was wonderful, and guess what, they are calling for some rain!

    ((You))

    ReplyDelete
  4. My Stunning Shay: That sounds like absolute bliss!!!! About 7 years back, we clocked almost as many strikes as Miami, which held the record that year - it was fantastic! Every afternoon about 1pm, you could count on flash flood thunderstorms - it made travel incredibly treacherous, but we had a 7-Eleven a few blocks away so we'd go tromping off in the storm for a cherry coke slurpee and squeal like idiots each time a strike would hit just in front of us. Those were the days :)
    Vesta, My Love: That is f*cking hilarious! I always wanted to move back up to Oregon, but lightning is a pretty rare occurrence there as well so I always have that at the back of my mind as a deterrence. Silly as it seems, I just love it far too much! I can imagine people calling the cops suspecting a bomb just to find it was the pesky weather! hee hee
    My Sweet Pamela: I MUST GET ONE OF THOSE WHITE NOISE MACHINES!!! NEAT!!! It would be second best to the real thing, and I could always splash myself with water from a glass for effect! haha! And what a beautiful memory! I only wish my parents had enjoyed it as much as I did. So did you end up getting rain? If so, may I just tell you how incredibly jealous I am?

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  5. We just had one today.

    A doozy that all after school practices/events were cancelled because of the flash flooding.

    Thunder storms always make me think of a human tantrum, after all the flailing and rendering of garments....there is peace.

    Just like a little two year old.

    I love thunderstorms.

    Tornadoes? No.

    But the anticipation of a good thunderstorm? All good associations with it.

    ReplyDelete