In Redondo Beach?! We don't do stormy here - although, of course, we do do dark. Our winter dark starts about 4 p.m. and it is not unusual at all to see the mailman's head-mounted flashlight bouncing down the street as he faithfully delivers the mail. .
Our adventure began around 5 p.m. when the wind rose up and smacked the trees below us around. I almost understood seasickness as I watched the trees whipping back and forth. I have a great seat for wild weather - across from the balcony where the tree tops are just visible above the balcony railing. There is a fan palm tree top that is virtually hypnotizing.
Normally any storms we have are merely cells passing over and after an initial rat-a-tat on the skylight, they are quickly gone.
Not so this morning. Richie was coming up the stairs when there was a tremendous clap of thunder and Minuit nearly took him out flying down the stairs at warp speed to get under the bed. Time passed as he turned the coffee on and then went out to get the papers. Halfway back up the stairs, repeat scene - BOOM! THUNDER CLAP! Cat racing down the stairs like a runaway freight train, tail streaming out behind her.
It's been an electrifying morning here (and it's only 8:52 a.m.) I just glanced over my shoulder and Minuit is having a drink of water out in the kitchen. Or ... refueling?... I hope not. Richie's not as young as he used to be and being charged by a 12 lb. cat is the equivalent of the Pamplona chased by the bulls scenario.
But the storm is gone and the skies are clearing. Maybe the wind-tossed tree dancers will be back late this afternoon, but that's easy to live with and enjoyable to look up and see.
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