Stormy Weather

Lots of pretty lightning outside tonight. Not much thunder though, which is a pity, even though the lightning is close-by.

I miss the good thunderstorms we'd get in Holland. Thanks to being a tiny nation by the sea with everchanging weather patterns they'd be a frequent occurance in the summer especially and you could feel the air getting heavy with electricity in anticipation of the storm that night.

My brothers and my bedrooms were in the top of the house, right under the roof. We lived next door to a church, which had a lightning rod, so electrical storms seemed to gravitate towards it. In my bedroom I had a window in the roof, and I'd leave the luxaflex blinds in it open when there was a storm, because then I could watch from my bed. Sleeping under the roof also meant I could hear the rain well, also a frequent occurance in Holland.

It's only when we have storms here that I remember and kind of get a bit homesick in a way. I miss the good storms that last hours. I miss lying in my bed snuggling under the covers just witnessing nature's fury. I miss seeing the lighting streak across the sky, and I miss hearing thunder so loud you'd vibrate in your bed as the lightning struck the lightning rod up on the church not 60 feet away and thunder boomed almost simultanously. Ah, gotta love 160 year old houses with wooden beams running through them, you could feel the whole thing shudder. Same when trucks drove past too...

I guess one of the reasons I miss it is because I feel that it's not that likely that I'm going to relive it in quite the same way. With the current state, or non-state, of the relationship between my mother and I, it's highly unlikely I'll stay in that house again, not while she's around anyway.

Bloody Human Beans

I don't know why I watch Animal Precinct on Animal Planet sometimes... half the time it just makes me want to cry.

Seeing what some people will do to their pets sometimes is just horrific. How do they look at their animal and not notice something is very fucking wrong when there's a volleyball sized growth hanging off their dog? Or when bones poke out at all angles and there's large bald patches where fur should be?

What's an added kick in the guts sometimes is just seeing how incredibly sweet some of the animals are that get rescued, even though they've been starved, beaten, neglected and a whole host of other things that crappy excuses for human beings have done to them. They seem to have this unwavering belief in the goodness of humans and they look up at them with complete trust in their eyes. Pity we let them down so often.