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FIREWORKS

As I type, another thunder storm is passing.

This is the second storm tonight.

Both times, we have had the kind of super powered fireworks that are rare in these parts but which will last in memory.

The first time we lived in our own house, for three weeks of May in 1997, we had one of these come by. We were stunned!

The noise; the power as the storm rolled down the sides of the mountain behind us and crackled its way out across the desert. The snap, crackle and pop are given extra impetus by the low humidity and the extreme difference between the cool air up there and the hot air down here.

It is a spectacular show.

I awoke with the first one to see Franklin bolting for the hallway; actually a good place to hide out. I got up and went to hold him and soothe with pats and 'It's OK'. He believes us when we tell him it is OK and that did the trick. He calmed down and then we could go look out at the show. He was not sure he liked it but he stood and took it in.

This storm the same deal; only a little less noisy. Now he is a veteran and has taken to pacing up and down and grousing about it in his near human voice of grrr-whoop--rattle; his imitation of the way we sound; I think.

And I tell him it is OK. And pet him a bit. And we stand and watch the show another time.

He is still not too sure about it but that is OK. It is a nice time together and he gets that he is safe to do his complaining and that I won't leave his side.