I’ve been waiting for the thunder to stop. The sprinkles didn’t bother me, but walking in this tree-filled neighborhood with thunder?

Um, no.

Day two of Not Our Weather. Yesterday, the thunder and lightning rattled the entire building, and the deluge began. It wasn’t until the power faltered that I suddenly realized I should shut down the computer–because hey, how often do we get thunder and lightning in SoCal?

I finally left between bouts of rumbling, when the rain became a sprinkle. Half an hour south, not much of anything in terms of rainfall.

I can’t say I’m unhappy with the rain. We need it, and the air feels so much fresher.

But it’s weird. Really weird. This is the third day this summer we’ve had thunder and lightning. I can only think of one major electrical storm we’ve had in our twenty-six years here, so even a little is a lot.

In other news, I went to a cabaret for two young women from Penn State’s musical theater department last night. They were stunning and I’m looking forward to hearing them on the stage in the future. Sadly, there’s no recording at this point–Katie sang “Getting Married Today” by Sondheim, one of my favorites, and did a superb job of it. She’s definitely matured. But all I can show you of her work is a recital piece from three years ago and she was excellent then.