We weren’t at work long when we heard and felt a boom or crack, that is as close to the experience I imagine a bomb going off feels like.  It nearly knocked me off my feet.

The cats shot out of the upholstery room, knocking things off as they bolted into the room we often put them in when we have clients in the studio.  This was good, because it saved us having to find them.  Izzie tends to go in exactly the opposite direction of where she should go in any given moment.

We lost power.  By that time we assumed the transformer blew that sits a couple of blocks away.

Mitchell walked outside to find out what was happening by talking to our neighbors.

To calm the cats I went into the room they were hiding in and began to do this continuous line drawing while talking to them, which began as a drawing of the window and bookcases.  The grey tabbies, Izzie and Gibbs, came out and sat on the cat tree, and soon Savitri and Yaman came out too and sat next to them, everyone looking out the window.

I kept adding to the drawing which was a doodle that went into this sketch,
Soon we all were looking out the window together.  Gibbs tail is the tick-tock tail.

I sketched and sketched, waiting for the power to come back on.  I needed power to work, but could sketch under the window, as I always have sketching materials nearby.

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hollywood baby turned beach gurl turned steel&glass city gurl turned cowgurl turned herb gurl turned green city gurl. . . artist writer photographer. . . cat lover but misses our big dogs, gone to heaven. . . buddhist and interested in the study of spiritual traditions. . . foodie, organic, lover of all things mik, partner in conservation business mpfconservation, consummate blogger, making a dream happen, insomniac who is either reading buddhist teachings or not-so-bloody mysteries or autobio journal thangs early in the morning when i can't sleep
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2 Responses to USk: BOOM!

  1. lois says:

    We have a transformer down the street–those things are crazy loud! I can imagine the poor little kitties running for shelter. Gibbs tail…made me laugh!


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