Storms.

Aug. 12th, 2009 03:12 am
Sunday we were walloped by one granddaddio of a thunderstorm, almost 5000 strikes across the GTA. It was the second storm that day.

And just as our ears recovered from that, we had another two monday. And one more today. I can't remember sunday except at 5 am there was STILL flashes of lightning going on.

Today's swept in fast, as did Sunday's. Sunday's big storm was a roiling black mass of cloud that oozed over the city.

Todays was silent, pale gray clouds and quite possibly the second loudest strike I've EVER experienced, because it either hit the building or damn close. The walls shook. The air vibrated with the thunderclap. I covered my ears and ducked.

After, it left my head throbbing and my ears ringing. It was like having a bomb go off over your head.

I've been near some pretty big strikes, one that was down the street from us as a kid, and it lit up the neighborhood power lines and felt like a punch to the chest. A close strike by a smaller bolt, whilst camping. A church a block away from where I was standing in Vancouver got hit. So now, when I feel that weird "pre storm smell", I get panicky. I get inside. It sends every nerve in my spine into high alert.

The storm this afternoon swept in so fast and stealthy you could hear people shouting to take cover.

I don't mind watching from the safety of the apartment or other suitable cover, I hesitate to even venture on the balcony, mostly because we're the top floor and it's a bit open, not so covered.

Anyway. The forecasts don't seem to note any more storms for the next few days, mercifully. 6 storms. 4 days. It's a bit jarring.

I swear the walls of the apartment were going to blow apart this afternoon.

Tomorrow: do some dutch language stuffs, laundry, 3 hackies, 3 bracelets and a quick count of what stock I do have. I already have more than last year, and lots of duplicate pieces but there's so much more to do. Must not panic. Must not panic.

Sorted through the baby clothing today, to see how it weathered 2 years in storage. Damn, we have some cool stuff, we really do.

Sera was busy sniffing the flowerbeds today outside, the dog doth love to stop and smell the roses. A little ways away, one of the yardwork guys laughs as sera's happily snorfling through the flowers.

Strange dog.

( oh and I almost got hit by a broken swiffer mop when someone lobbed it into the loading bay room.)

One way or another, i'm flying out to see Oma at christmas, and I am determined to learn enough dutch to at least have a 10 minute conversation. She'd be so thrilled. Already, we have "what's the weather like" how are you, I'm fine, please, thank you.

SO that's what? 30 seconds worth?!

In the elevator the other day, it was sweltering hot, and as a few people got off, leaving two of us clearly causasian sorts, the guy pipes up "What I want to know is how come they never break a sweat and here I am, a sweaty PIG!" he laughs. Because it's kind of true. I wondered the same thing. ( ok, I've seen some non caucasians doing the same sweaty thing but man, some of them just don't and it's like "hi, scuze the puddle." when they see me. )

I ache a bit from doing short laps on monday. Good grief I've gotten out of shape. Baby steps tho. Years of Halifax won't be erased over night. There were no cheap quick eats in Hali. It was fried, fried, and fried. Produce was costly. I eat far less here, and walk more, and food, good food, is so much cheaper. I keep forgetting when I go to the market, and I aways wind up spending so much less than I estimated things cost.

Anyway. sleep calls. Was just about to before my allergies lit up and well, here I am.

Storms.

Aug. 12th, 2009 03:12 am
Sunday we were walloped by one granddaddio of a thunderstorm, almost 5000 strikes across the GTA. It was the second storm that day.

And just as our ears recovered from that, we had another two monday. And one more today. I can't remember sunday except at 5 am there was STILL flashes of lightning going on.

Today's swept in fast, as did Sunday's. Sunday's big storm was a roiling black mass of cloud that oozed over the city.

Todays was silent, pale gray clouds and quite possibly the second loudest strike I've EVER experienced, because it either hit the building or damn close. The walls shook. The air vibrated with the thunderclap. I covered my ears and ducked.

After, it left my head throbbing and my ears ringing. It was like having a bomb go off over your head.

I've been near some pretty big strikes, one that was down the street from us as a kid, and it lit up the neighborhood power lines and felt like a punch to the chest. A close strike by a smaller bolt, whilst camping. A church a block away from where I was standing in Vancouver got hit. So now, when I feel that weird "pre storm smell", I get panicky. I get inside. It sends every nerve in my spine into high alert.

The storm this afternoon swept in so fast and stealthy you could hear people shouting to take cover.

I don't mind watching from the safety of the apartment or other suitable cover, I hesitate to even venture on the balcony, mostly because we're the top floor and it's a bit open, not so covered.

Anyway. The forecasts don't seem to note any more storms for the next few days, mercifully. 6 storms. 4 days. It's a bit jarring.

I swear the walls of the apartment were going to blow apart this afternoon.

Tomorrow: do some dutch language stuffs, laundry, 3 hackies, 3 bracelets and a quick count of what stock I do have. I already have more than last year, and lots of duplicate pieces but there's so much more to do. Must not panic. Must not panic.

Sorted through the baby clothing today, to see how it weathered 2 years in storage. Damn, we have some cool stuff, we really do.

Sera was busy sniffing the flowerbeds today outside, the dog doth love to stop and smell the roses. A little ways away, one of the yardwork guys laughs as sera's happily snorfling through the flowers.

Strange dog.

( oh and I almost got hit by a broken swiffer mop when someone lobbed it into the loading bay room.)

One way or another, i'm flying out to see Oma at christmas, and I am determined to learn enough dutch to at least have a 10 minute conversation. She'd be so thrilled. Already, we have "what's the weather like" how are you, I'm fine, please, thank you.

SO that's what? 30 seconds worth?!

In the elevator the other day, it was sweltering hot, and as a few people got off, leaving two of us clearly causasian sorts, the guy pipes up "What I want to know is how come they never break a sweat and here I am, a sweaty PIG!" he laughs. Because it's kind of true. I wondered the same thing. ( ok, I've seen some non caucasians doing the same sweaty thing but man, some of them just don't and it's like "hi, scuze the puddle." when they see me. )

I ache a bit from doing short laps on monday. Good grief I've gotten out of shape. Baby steps tho. Years of Halifax won't be erased over night. There were no cheap quick eats in Hali. It was fried, fried, and fried. Produce was costly. I eat far less here, and walk more, and food, good food, is so much cheaper. I keep forgetting when I go to the market, and I aways wind up spending so much less than I estimated things cost.

Anyway. sleep calls. Was just about to before my allergies lit up and well, here I am.
Hurricane season is here. Apparently there's a tropical storm that's going to pass pretty close tuesday night ( christobal)

The last tropical storm passed by a good ways away, and knocked our power out for 6 hours, so I think we'll get some flashlights and prep a bit more for this one. i'd rather be ready and have nothing happen. We already have a gallon of water because there's some water interruptions during construction. At least we can water the dog then.
Hurricane season is here. Apparently there's a tropical storm that's going to pass pretty close tuesday night ( christobal)

The last tropical storm passed by a good ways away, and knocked our power out for 6 hours, so I think we'll get some flashlights and prep a bit more for this one. i'd rather be ready and have nothing happen. We already have a gallon of water because there's some water interruptions during construction. At least we can water the dog then.

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