The Storm

Last night the region was hit by a rather spectacular thunderstorm. I've heard louder thunder, but I don't think I've ever seen that much lightning - it was practically stroboscopic!

Sebastian was still awake when the storm hit, so it was inevitable that he came into our bed. Teri was soon asleep, but Sebastian was wide awake. So we talked about the thunder, and the lightning. I told him about Benjamin Franklin, who discovered electricity from lightning, and who was the person that the town of Franklin was named after. I told him about back when I lived in Malden with my old roommate, Scott, and the lightning hit outside our house. Scott had unplugged everything but his modem; I was so stupid that my computer not only was ON, but I was actually online.

The lightning hit the sidewalk across from our house (or rather, the phone pole across from our house), and we lost power in a flash so bright that it shone through the actual walls. When the power came back, my system hiccoughed and was fine. Scott's modem had been destroyed.

I told Sebastian, lightning is funny.

We lost power momentarily a few times, but nothing major. He took it well.

He was nervous, but not too nervous. Suddenly he was talking about Sam, our old cat, who died about a year ago. I listened in amazement.

"He was my favorite kitty, and now he's dead. I'll never see my Sammy again!"

And he sobbed, broken-heartedly.

What could I do? Not yet four, and he already knows about death. I held him, and tried to calm him down.

Eventually he slept.

Here's a photo from our weekend with the family. Teri took this at Crane's Beach:

The Storm

Last night the region was hit by a rather spectacular thunderstorm. I've heard louder thunder, but I don't think I've ever seen that much lightning - it was practically stroboscopic!

Sebastian was still awake when the storm hit, so it was inevitable that he came into our bed. Teri was soon asleep, but Sebastian was wide awake. So we talked about the thunder, and the lightning. I told him about Benjamin Franklin, who discovered electricity from lightning, and who was the person that the town of Franklin was named after. I told him about back when I lived in Malden with my old roommate, Scott, and the lightning hit outside our house. Scott had unplugged everything but his modem; I was so stupid that my computer not only was ON, but I was actually online.

The lightning hit the sidewalk across from our house (or rather, the phone pole across from our house), and we lost power in a flash so bright that it shone through the actual walls. When the power came back, my system hiccoughed and was fine. Scott's modem had been destroyed.

I told Sebastian, lightning is funny.

We lost power momentarily a few times, but nothing major. He took it well.

He was nervous, but not too nervous. Suddenly he was talking about Sam, our old cat, who died about a year ago. I listened in amazement.

"He was my favorite kitty, and now he's dead. I'll never see my Sammy again!"

And he sobbed, broken-heartedly.

What could I do? Not yet four, and he already knows about death. I held him, and tried to calm him down.

Eventually he slept.

Here's a photo from our weekend with the family. Teri took this at Crane's Beach: