Thunder and lightning, crashing down...

Charlotte's predictions about "Thunder" came true. Two days after the fireworks display, we had an epic electrical storm of biblical proportions. Over 2,000 lighting bolts struck Canada on this day, and two people were rushed to hospital with their hair standing out on end. The whole city was rattled... 

...but not my kid, Charlotte. Unlike the fire works - where she was amping to get up and see what was going on - Tig thought the thunder was a non-event. Or at least, that's the way she acted.

     "Banana!" she would say. "Ball!"

Sure, the lightening was entertaining her for about 3.5 micro-seconds; but when all was said and done, the kid practically put herself to bed at the height of the giant tempest, and paid it no more regard. Even when the lightning cracked almost directly above the house, and the thunder rattled glasses on the shelves, she just rolled over and snuggled into Mr. Bear, (That's 'Mr Bear' the Almon St Mascot - not 'Monsieur Bear' from an earlier post).

I fly kite's in Lightening Storms,
I eat Thunder Bolt's for breakfast.
No way man, I'm not scared...

Anyway, poor ol' Deb, Lucy and Philip - they were camped out at Shubie Park in their collapseable camper hoping it wouldn't live up to its name. Eventually, in the interests of comfort and peace of mind, the New Brunswickers saw sense and sought refuge in Gumpy's driveway. Wise move. You know what they say, a good storm in the Maritimes is like a red-neck's divorce. Either way you look at it, somebody's losing the house trailer!

Oh well, at least we know the camper doesn't leak! And we also know that Charlotte Lillian (a veteran of the fire-works), prefers Treehouse TV over The Weather Channel any day. That kid man. She just rolls with the punches and takes it all with a grain of salt. 

Roll on hurricane season now, I suppose. Sigh! At least the morning after on the Halifax pier was quite the beauty for Barrett's little Privateer...

Wilbur sends.