I am up at 9:15 after a sporadic last minute attempt to fall back asleep after a typical wee hours worrying session.
This morning a new Tweet from Ky: One too many momos. I Google searched and found this not to be alcohol but a Nepalese dumpling in tomato sauce, fast food in Kathmandu.
I have serious bags under my eyes this morning, big watery saggy ones. If I felt as ill as I look I would be calling in sick. But I feel pretty good.
Yesterday’s work shift ended with the sky turning a flat blood red and forked with jagged yellow lightning fangs. It was like the opening scene for a horror movie.
The two other agents in the office with me gazed out at the sky with a mixed expression of fascination and terror our smiles slightly lopsided as if we not sure what was about to happen next…and we weren’t. None of us have ever seen the sky like that.
We had cheered earlier on when the rain began to fall imagining that the vast crowd of litterbugs on fireworks night would be all but washed off the beach but the eerie turn of energies skyward had us dampening our cheers.
It was the second day of the fireworks but instead of packed streets on my way home just a few minutes before ShowTime, there were a few weary stragglers carrying umbrellas to ward off the new falling rain and a wet, tired-looking policeman posted at the Bute Street entrance to the West End with no traffic to ward off.
I was going to borrow an umbrella from the office but managed to get home with only a light soaking.
This morning I am still trying to figure out what happened. How could a day that began so sunny and hot end in such a fierce display of elemental energy?
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Hi baba
Nature leaves us with our mouths gaping wide...the wind storm we had here a couple of weeks ago wreaked phenomenal damage on the trees, some homes and automobiles. Amazingly, only one person suffered any real damage in that event. Hard to understand--also a lovely warm day--we
were staying cool in the basement watching television in the evening
when the power went out and we heard the wind howling.
They called it a plow wind and it left trees down and power out all over the city and beyond. Some trees large enough to require at least two arms around the base. This wind was preceded by discoloured skies, and dark clouds.
I personally, have never seen anythng like it before--I went for a bike ride in the river valley and was just in awe, when I saw the numbers of trees that had blown down. Perhaps nature is reflecting something to us about the times we are living in...
People get ready!
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