Temper, temper

Our neighbours have company. First let it be said that we live on an incredibly quiet street. Only extremely rarely is there cause for complaint or annoyance. My husband and I go to bed pretty early, but that is beside the point in this story. So, the neighbours. Right next door. It is hot outside right now as it is I think most everywhere. So of course the window is opened wide at night. There is a 40-ish man and his roughly 10-year old son visiting. The son has a pellet gun, which according to our provincial, civic and federal authorities, is considered a weapon. The pair come out to shoot at a target fashioned out of a cardboard box on occassion. Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat ... on it goes. Sounds more like a slow, sick machine gun. It is not stunningly loud, but it is incredibly annoying. So, you look the other way when it's in the middle of the day, because good relations and all. Well, last night, they were playing with the damned thing at 11:00 at night. My husband got so mad, he said a very bad word out the open window at them. I was mortified. So much for diplomacy. My husband is a quiet, gentle soul, but oh boy, when his temper goes. It takes a lot to make it blow, but when it does, look out. Anyway, that was the last we saw of the company outside in the yard last night. A few minutes later Mr. Company's van car alarm went off ... Anyway, a bit tired this mornning.

Apparently lightning struck four houses in our community yesterday. It was quite the spectacular storm. Lightning, thunder, pretty much simultaneously. Awesome stuff.