Hail

Last Tuesday we got hail. Twice. Once around 5:00 a.m. And then again around 7:00 a.m. We were up for the 5:00 a.m. hail because there was a crack of thunder (Eryn reminded me lightning doesn't make noise) so loud that Eryn came into our room because it had scared her. Fortunately, we re-sided our house in the equivalent of concrete (Hardyboard) after the last hailstorm, so we kind of feel invulnerable. Except for the roof. And the trees. And the plants. And the shed. And the deck. But otherwise, we're like Superman. Amusingly, Pooteewheet's car had been outside for almost two weeks because I've been cleaning the garage in order to play with Eryn's Mindstorm's robot. That night, I'd finally cleared out enough of the "outgoing" pile for her to move her car back into her space. Serendipitous timing!

I do have to say that it's exciting to have a dog that doesn't whimper and pee herself when there's any amount of rain whatsover. We used to have to drag Sandy's cage down to the red room, shut all the doors, turn on loud music, and throw a blanket over her cage. It was the only way she wouldn't totally freak out. Luna didn't make much of a fuss at all, even with the blinds up. Not that she doesn't have other issues. But freaking out about thunder and lightning apparently isn't one of them.

The hail in our planter.

The wider picture.