What a show we had last night, a real rocker of a thunderstorm. The lightening was incredible. More like a an East Coast show, at least Chicago since it was there that I saw my first lightening as a kid. In Los Angeles, if there is lightening it usually is from a burnt out transformer.
It was the angry clouds over the mountains in back of us that made it look ominous at first. Then came the sound of distant thunder. No streaks of sheer bright white, just the rumble of the gods' merriment and lots of it. But is didn't take long for the show to begin and what a show. I never seen a bolt of lightening with six or more forks going out like the ribs of an umbrella. But wait there's more, the show hardly had a pause in it with all the strikes and then they began out at sea. That was a trip and a half to see lightening strikes out on the ocean before they landed here and joined the ones on land.
What a downpour, and it not only washed the dust of summer off but soaked the ground for Fall's colors. There is something about the air after a thunderstorm, you can't seem to breathe it in fast enough or let it linger long enough in your nostrils before wanting more. Exciting, exhilarating and today in the kitchen is albondigas soup simmering in the kettle. We'll be taking a walk with Pete our new guest. Pete is a piece of beefcake with a brain. Photography is his game along with sex, fetish and a whole lot more. God do I love having conversations with someone that can think ahead. How refreshing after Dafney (David) told the waitress at Friday's meal that he was going to leave a really good tip so she better serves us right. What can I say, he's from Staten Island and I've never seen water sold anywhere with a label that it came from Staten Island--for a reason.
Stories from living in Los Angeles
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