Stormy Skies - Sunni's Photo's
Thursday it was 107 around here and Friday was 100. The coming week is supposed to be in the
90’s. In the late afternoons, we’ve been
having a bank of very black skies roll up over the mountains. We usually get thunder and lightning, but no
rain, or very little.
Stormy Skies - Sunni's Photo's
I was fixing dinner and we were about ready to serve up when
the barbeque went whizzing past the kitchen window and off the patio. It landed in the grass on its side. This all happened so fast, within seconds,
and this is no small barbeque either. We
got it up-righted, back on the patio, and pushed up against the wall of the
house.
On Saturday, it was about 85 for a high, which is unheard of
for July around here, so we decided to make use of this and work out in the
storage area to see what we can weed out in preparation for our move later this
year. This turned out to be a trip into
the world of nostalgia because I found a couple boxes of stuff I had moved with
me when I left Alaska
in the late 1970’s. The mementoes have
travelled with me to Oregon , then California , and most recently to Utah .
It will go with me to the next place as well because I cannot part with
this stuff now. Someday, I’ll post more
about my nostalgia boxes. Needless to
say, we had to tape those back up and there was no time for reminiscing now, if
we were going to accomplish anything.
So my husband goes out and shouts at the man, who promptly
tells him “he will blow his head off.”
Oh dear! My husband comes in and
calls the police. The man comes toward
the house with the rifle. When he gets
to the back wall, my husband recognizes him as our neighbor who hooked up our
TV. What to do now because the police
are on the way? My husband informs the
neighbor and he says he is up there with his family. He proceeds to drop the gun and his ammo over
the wall and into our backyard. Of course,
the neighbor was joking; however, he quickly learned not to say something like
that to anyone. He walked back up the
hill and soon his wife and three sons joined him on their bicycles. They all waved at us.