Making It Up As I Go Along #225

MONDAY…
--- In a bit early for cake and a double birthday celebration in CNI. Work is alright. Mostly me going through staff member’s stats.
--- Supper is Greek food with Melissa. We eat in the breeze outside and it’s pretty good.
--- This is Tuesday to me. I worked yesterday in order to get Friday off.

TUESDAY…
--- Quiet day around the house in the morning. Work is busy tonight but in a good way. Back to quiet at home after work.

WEDNESDAY…
--- In a bit early for a meeting. Work is alright with lots of unusual stuff happening that takes me out of CNI and figuring some stuff out.
--- Chip Wagon with Melissa is nice. Good to get away and the birds over there are insanely tame now.

THURSDAY…
--- Morning thunder storms… kind of cool to see. Even some hail fell today.
--- Another great show is no more. Dead Like Me was cancelled after it’s second season and now Huff has also been cancelled. Thoughtful TV shows are really frowned upon. More Karaoke shows are surly on the way!
--- More thunder storms through the day… Greek for supper again… and the end of the day brings a four day weekend on its heels… giddy up.

FRIDAY…
--- Quiet day around the house. More thunder storms in the morning… some soccer on TV and some napping.

SATURDAY…
--- Some soccer, a couple of movies on TV… and get together with Karl to go see the new X-Men movie. Not a bad, relaxing Canada Day.


The Parade Before Canada Day’s
Humid air… look out from the deck… a water tower in the distance… behind it… darkness closing in.

Hills and trees beyond the tower grey out… a veil of nature overtaking… the tower itself disappears… greyness marching towards me.

People below pause… look towards the west… quicken their pace… birds zip for cover… winds suddenly whip trees.

Distant flashes chasing the greyness… low rumbles chase the flashes… the grey wall reaches the road… getting closer.

Drops hit the pavement… cars scoot in to parking spaces… the driver jumping out… jogging into a home.

The grey veil disappears a hundred yards away… the large drops replaced by an ocean in the sky… draining.

Retreat from deck… now behind glass… watching… listening… wide eyed… mouth a gap.

Jagged bursts of light… hitting the fields between me and the tower… great bellows… now a mere second after the light.

Wind brings plastic bins to life… they skirt about the parking lot… obstacles for cars that arrive too late.

Through the window streams… in the distance… the tower reappears… the backing greyness turning more yellow.

Light continues to approach… darkness drifts over… the bins die again… plastic corpses strewn about the scene.

Pavement glistens… birds pop from eves… zipping… looking for each other once again… the airborne ocean has run dry.

Bellows return to rumbles… coolness refreshes the air… the parade passed by… life returns to normal.