One white whisker

What does it mean, this sudden and unexpected change?  To have reached in but a few days nine human years of age with nary a difference in aesthetics—until now.

To you, my lass, oh Kako, Daddy’s girl, I direct this simple question: What do you tell me with this one white whisker?  Never before have your feline antennae been other than shades of charcoal, yet within these past few weeks you introduced a new twist.  One white whisker.

What does it mean?

Can passing fifty be that significant?  Does stepping o’er the hilltop and beginning the downhill walk in time mean so much that you should now present to me this dramatic change in appearance?

I fear, my only girl.  Somehow this means something… must mean something.

But what?

One white whisker. . .

Random Thought

A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face. Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.

— Janet F. Faure

[dedicated to Kazon and Loki, for both are wont to do this very thing whilst I lie in bed]

The no-chance thunderstorm

Yesterday’s forecast made clear no chance existed for rain.  On the contrary, the only story in town predicted a hot and humid day.  It seems no one shared that prognostication with nature.

By early evening, it was indeed hot and humid, a rather miserable oppression borne of still air and heavy moisture and high temperatures.

Yet I gladly suffered through the sticky mess in order to snap a photo or two of some interesting clouds and the play of contrasts they created in the sky.  After all, you know how much I love clouds—and weather in general—so I never pass up an opportunity to digitally memorialize the splendid shows our atmosphere generates.

One particular cloud caught my immediate attention, a rather dark and looming structure hanging directly overhead.  Its shadowy form and the dapple of sunlight around its edges painted a marvelous picture.

Crepuscular rays emanating from above a dark thundercloud (208_0864)

The presence of crepuscular rays only added to my enjoyment… as you no doubt guessed.

So I captured a few images from various angles and of various pieces and parts of this blossoming giant, all the while paying no attention to anything else in the sky.  You can therefore understand my surprise when a clap of thunder rumbled across the sky from behind me—to the north.

I spun like a top and immediately filled my gaze with a platinum monster looming high in the sky.

A bright and rapidly growing thundercloud (208_0872)

It roiled and grew to tremendous heights even as I watched.  Kissed by sunlight, it shone brightly against an azure sky, a ravenous beast feeding voraciously on the day’s heat and humidity, pulling vast amounts of energy from an atmosphere overflowing with go-juice for such creations.

Lightning waltzed about and within it, a menagerie of electrical anger whose voice carried far and wide on still air.

Only minutes passed before I realized this new interloper had set its sights on my original discovery.  That suddenly dwarfed figure of darkness had no chance of survival given the more powerful and significantly larger storm brewing nearby, one apparently with hopes of filling the heavens with its violent form.

And so the one began looming above the other.

One bright thundercloud looming above a dark thundercloud (208_0875)

In but a few moments the two behemoths started to merge.  At first it looked more like a kiss, a few tendrils of one reaching out to touch the other, yet neither stopped growing and their stark contrast to each other became most apparent when finally they met.

Two vastly different thunderclouds joining together (208_0878)

Only then did I realize our nonexistent chance of rain meant little when viewed against such power, such intent.

I watched in awe as two celestial leviathans joined together into one massive complex of moisture and energy.  Their individual traits no longer visible after several minutes, instead they birthed a thunderstorm, a third instar if you will, and that brutish force rapidly filled the sky.

Which promptly led to this: virga.

Virga seen at the back edge of a thunderstorm (208_0881)
Virga from a developing thunderstorm (208_0884)

My eyes took their fill of the display as two became one, one became massive, and it seemed the whole of the sky would be consumed.

A rapidly growing thunderstorm beginning to fill the sky (208_0899)

Regrettably, virga gave rise to heavy rain only as the gloomy fiend moved off toward the north away from me.  Very little precipitation fell where I live, although reports indicate it unleashed the fullness of its fury mere minutes away, and it continued its powerful march northward whilst simultaneously increasing its ferocity.

Ah, to have been a participant rather than a spectator. . .

Unforgivably remiss

I owe a tremendous debt of gratitude to xocobra and LD for hosting me last weekend.  My apparent lack of manners notwithstanding, my visit with them entailed a great deal of enjoyment as usual.

But more so than the visit, more even than spending time with two splendid and loved friends whose company I can never grow tired of, they deserve an even greater thanks for their unyielding consideration.

You see, given my transition to a mostly vegan lifestyle this year, I have focused tremendous effort on doing what I feel is right and necessary—but doing so without transgressing on common courtesy and respect.  I tend to be adaptive when it comes to dining with others.  That is to say, I demonstrate plasticity with regards to imposing my views on others in this matter.

If meat and animal products are the main course, I focus on whatever else is available.  But I don’t make people go out of their way to accommodate me.  My choices are my choices, not theirs.

So I shared with Jenny prior to my visit the heartfelt glee I experienced when xocobra told me on the phone that he was planning a gracious dinner that would not put me on the hungry end of the table.

And let me tell you, poppets, that he and LD did a most amazing job!

I dined like a king.  With grilled vegetables and fresh salad and a litany of goodies fit for royalty, I stepped away from the table feeling as though an expert chef had been hired to cater specifically to my needs.

Marvelous, it was!  Fantastic!

I cannot thank them enough for such thoughtfulness.  The effort was herculean… at least in my mind, and they succeeded with nary a complaint.

To be blessed with such friends is to be truly contented with the best of humanity.