Storms of Thursday

A lightening barrage that was so intense last evening you could see no streaks just the light bursts upon each other overlapping. It was after midnight before they moved West and I took the camera out on tripod for ten second exposures. The problem with ten second exposures, the camera takes ten seconds or more to process the shot. It was during this interval that the lightening streaks would appear and I would miss them. Then they became further apart. It was dark and I was too lazy to time them. Of the many fantastic streaks, I was only able to capture one.
Next time I will take all three cameras and shoot them at intervals, that way at least increasing my odds three fold.
The kayaks are about finished in the tinkering I am doing with them. I am attempting to find a seat back for the Hydra kayak. Yesterday I attached Nathaniels little life jacket but this morning decided against it. That meant taking the seat out again. Three of the bolts came out, one stripped in the holder. More work, another trip to Lowes in search of a screw holder in plastic.
On it goes.
Last evening I lent Melanie my good ear plugs and watched as her cat chewed them up. She would just shoo him, and not whack him like I would. So this morning I storm into her office and let her know her stupid cat chewed my ear plugs. Naturally, it was all my fault so I am in the dog house.
Women are that way.
Cats are infallible.
Men beasts.
And so Diane Webb congratulates me on not posting anything of my longing for Nathaniel and says she is sure they are wondering. I do not think so.
I think they could still care less if they ever see us again.
I do think our attitudes are being affected by all this. We are terse and short with one another. Like the cat situation. We are on edge. We mope. They are getting us good, if only they knew, I am sure it
would bolster their throwing upon us.

How deep do you plan on making the incision?
My thorn is only skin deep
Why do you think it best to go in from the backside
drilling through bone and sinew
to push it out from the other side?
Not to mar the appearance?
I thought so.
But wouldn't it just be best to leave it in?
That way the pain will always remain
eventually crippling me
then when I rot from gangrene
screaming
and they put me out of my misery
You can come and cry over me
 feigning an eulogy.