I love this time of night, especially when it’s raining. This photo is from a big storm that we had last week. The night sounds are indicating that a similar storm is brewing now.
When we first moved into our house, we swore one of the first things that we were going to do was remove the aluminum awnings from the house. We were way to hip for old looking awnings and, um, shade from the sun. I think it only took the first night lying in bed hearing the “tink, tink, tink” of the raindrops on the metallic shades to convince us that maybe we should rethink that decision. 7.5 years later and the awnings are one of the things we have left and still love about the house. You never know.
Anyway, I love a night storm. I’m often the only one left up at this time of night, and I enjoy this time. The world has shut down for a bit, the kids are snuggled and asleep, Bald Man has acquiesced to my need for some space in the evening before turning into bed. Plus, there’s that whole occasional insomnia, and ever-present “why can’t I fall asleep”, issue as well.
So, here I sit. A little music, a little rain, a little quiet, a bit of space at the end of the night. There are desires, needs, preferences that will continue to change for me as I mature and develop. I don’t think this is one. This is part of me, and I imagine will be always.
I love a good storm. It is so cool to see the lightening and listen to the sound of the rain. I enjoy walking in a warm storm. Marvonious and I would hike out in the woods during storms back in the day. It was so relaxing.
In our new house we can hear the rain in the chimney. I never had metal in my house before so I didn’t know how awsome that sound is. I could listen to it for hours. I used to take storms to listen to later actually. The sound of cars driving by, train whistles, rain and birds. I’ll have to find those tapes. They are the best white noise sounds.
Rantz: Ooh! You know what would be awesome? A thunderstorm alarm clock. I had to be up early this morning and had the alarm set, but the storm woke me up before the alarm. That was a wonderful way to be awakened. The walking in the rain sounds wonderful, though being soaked and indoors when it’s all over seems less than desirable.
I don’t know that storms wake me up. I’m more likely to fall asleep during them.
The whole being soaked in indoors doesn’t last long. Marvonius found that if we rub ourselves with fluffy cloth, we tend to dry out. We called our cloths “towels”, but I don’t think it’s a name that will stick.
Rantz: When was the last time I said, “Shut it.”? Surely it’s been too long.
And unless you two were out walking in the buff, I’m thinking these so-called towel contraptions would still fall short. Though, I wasn’t there, so maybe not. And, if you were out walking in the buff, I seriously don’t want to know. @the storm alarm: It’s more like a gentle waking with the storm. Very nice.
We were walking at the bluffs, but not in the buff. No silly, you know you can change clothes and take showers and things. Geesh…
I don’t do the gently waking thing. Try not to do the waking thing at all.
Yes, and it’s all that showering and changing nonsense that makes it questionably worthwhile. For me, anyway. Cuz I don’t do those things, ever.
Yeah, well, your days of not doing the waking thing have run out, my friend. You had to go and get all paternal and that.
What? You don’t shower? Are you a hippie or something? Oh, wait, that’s me… Back in the day, the walk in the rain was my shower. Rub some mud on my skin and I was all soft and shiny the next day.
Naw, I don’t have to get up. I’ve got night duty. Which seems to be more like doody most nights. What is it about a little guy that only eats and sleeps that makes him have so much doody?
Rantz: Ah…that solves the mystery of the mudman of the 90s. Why does he have so much doody? See, you just totally walked into a perfect set-up there, and I can’t even let it go because it would almost be like insulting your firstborn, and I can’t bring myself to do that. That was just mean.
Setup? What do you mean? Go ahead and say it. My little boy can take it. If he doesn’t like what you say he’ll just have to come over and make you change his diper or spit up on you. He may only be 1.5 weeks old, but he had good defenses!
Nope. You can’t bait me on this one. Though those are great defenses. Sounds a bit like being drunk.
Drunk, that might be what has happened to him. I just talked to Mrs. Grotto and she said he was drinking his lunch again.
Enfamil and Jim Beam in partnership now?
You know, I’m thinking that Enfamil is alot like the protein drinks I used to make when I was trying to get all buff. It smells like it at least. I haven’t tried it yet. It would be too much like taking formula from a baby…
Oh, and do you know anyone who needs similak? Kharoah won’t touch the stuff.
when I was trying to get all buff
Have I mentioned yet today that you make me smile?
Don’t know about anyone for the Similac. Will keep my ears open for it, though.
I know, hard to imagine me any more buff than I already am, but once, I tried. I wanted to be stronger than Baldie. Alas, I failed.
I hope it hasn’t hurt your pride too much.
I have learned to deal with the fact that I’m inferior to others. *sigh* Someone has to be little dog. I guess that’ll be me… *sigh*