Last night was unbelievable. Around 10 I was talking with Camille on the phone and it sounded like a sudden passing parade. I had to peek down out of the window. Van Morrison was blasting and there was chatter and hoopin and hollerin. There was some kind od "parade" as at least 100 bicycles went rolling by carrying happy people with flashing lights and boom boxes, heading out towards the lake.
That was fun to see. And then I'm reading my book (yep. still.) and I just doze off and I startle awake to a blast of horns and some choice road rage. I mean. Woo. I just stayed put, right there, praying no one had a gun.
Drift back off, pretty good this time, and my wide open windows that were welcoming the breeze, they fill with the crack of thunder, suddenly splashing an enormous downpour blowing west, right onto my bed. And then sometime before dawn a cacophony of sirens winding down to a stop right outside my building. I blink my eyes open and the red strobe of danger is flashing from the street right onto my walls. (I'm sure Lassie would have been whining and pulling on my wrist). Over to the window for a peek and the intersection is filled with emergency vehicles; fire hoses are hooked to hydrants and paramedics are wheeling gurneys here and there. They all seemed to be headed to and from the Ethiopian restaurant, or the cupcake bakery. I couldn't tell, and I couldn't see through the big trees. I know they were out there past early dawn, but I just didn't have it in me. I fell back asleep.
And since I'm going out to a barbeque tonight, I need to make a cobbler to bring...
and then I think I'll take a little nap!