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Beautiful weather tonight, of a kind we don't see too often here in western Oregon - thunder and lightning. Quite a lot of lightning, in fact; over an hour or hour and a half, I saw probably 15-20 flashes. I didn't bother getting a camera out; I have one that could do this okay, but not great, and I wanted to watch. I spent the time sprawled on the bean bag on the living room floor. Apple strolled around unconcerned, and Babe, equally unconcerned, cuddled up to me and took advantage of my casual relaxation to nestle against me and get petted. (Apple was all set to climb up next to me, but she saw Babe and backed off. They get along much better, but they still have their moments, and Apple chose not to push it.)
Lovely, lovely. Flashes of lightning, and rolling thunder, and rain hitting the windows hard. (I went out the front door at one point, and it was just pouring, with splashes coming up all over the road and driveway. Beautiful. I came back in quickly, though: beautiful, but cold.)
Honestly, I think lying on the bean bag in the dark with a cat cuddled against me is almost the perfect way to watch the lightning. I'd had iTunes running when it started and left it in the background, happily playing whatever it felt like. Nothing unusually appropriate, but it was very pleasant.
Mom loved thunderstorms. She remembered watching them with her cousin, when they were young. Dad liked them, maybe loved them also, but I think not as much as she did. But she in particular taught me to love them despite their scarcity here. I think the relative rarity of a real good thunderstorm is one of the things she regretted about Oregon - and I think there weren't very many. They loved it out here (as do I), but more thunderstorms...heck, even I would like that, as long as they were just to watch. (Ah, but you can't cut that loose from the added risks of forest fire, I know. Nothing is ever that isolated. But it would be nice.)
I hope, somewhere, they got to see it. It was lovely, and all-too-rare for out here. I know I enjoyed it.
