The Slightly Imperfect Storm

We really got schwacked last night - the lightning strikes were so frequent and intense I felt it imprudent to go out and film them. Despite the light show and the ferocious winds we received little or no rain, hence the imperfect storm. I should be happy the winds didn’t rip off our back porch roof but it would have been nice to get a good soaking out of all the fury. My weather alert radio was going off every few minutes with warnings about storms all over the valley, most as fierce or worse than the one that hit El Mirage.

I did enjoy watching through the window, I have always loved storms, always admired the raw power and sinister beauty of the spectacle.

I hope Gustav gives Little Lamb a pass, though I suspect the people of New Orleans may not be so lucky. While I understand the historical significance and the attachment the people have to the place I believe they need to find another place to live – there are plenty of other places girls can lift their tops for colored beads. Or we can keep losing lives and sinking money into one of the worst locations for a city on the Southern coast. I suspect it will be the latter.

Keep your powder dry!!