My digital picture folders start with May, 2004. Thought I’d pull some out into the fresh air.
There were a couple of young Breagha, but I can’t.
I do hate this month so, so much. Here I am, larking about the place… dogs in tow, fire extinguisher in hand… (I’m not a good cook) and 1,000 miles away a fecking great bloody hurricane storms up the Texas/Louisiana border lashing everything half to death with the waters of the Gulf.
It’s not as if I wanted the blasted thing here, but there is an element of… guilt… for some reason. We south Floridians have had so many similar ‘episodes’ that we might be better equipped to deal, if you understand me. We’ve had to rebuild our homes. The cracker box has Cat 4 windows (even if they did install them wrong side around – shhh… don’t tell the man!), a new roof and new doors that Jesus himself, should He decide to come round for a cuppa, couldn’t manage without a key.
A Cat 4 is catastrophic anywhere, though. I’m not looking at the aftermath because I don’t need to – August 24, 1992 is still fresh in my mind. Hurricane Andrew blew in as a Cat 5 and changed the landscape… and many lives… forever. Laura will do the same as those before her.
People ask -as if no one’s thought it before- “why would you live in such a place?” Gee, why would anyone live in ‘tornado alley’? There are many reasons, but most important among ours is money. Will we move when the man retires? I don’t know. There is the ocean, after all…
This is just to say: Feck off, August.
I think this picture adequately describes my mood.
In other news, my long time stylist retired. Yes, I am bereft. Guess my long, stringy hair will remain that way…
Yep, it got me. Preparation for our new fence led to cleaning out weeds and… rash. But I can’t find the plant. Every year… but I can never find it. How crazy is that?
Meanwhile, I’ve got a massive canna near the front door. Think I’m hoping that it, along with the v. large green thing on the other side of the walk, it will discourage visitors. Let me tell you, Amazon drivers are not easily intimidated by foliage. Thankfully, neither are Whole Foods delivery drivers.
Yesterday we had a Publix delivery… (Of course I’m spoiled now.) Our first smoker. The bags were horrible; they smelled like they’d been sitting in a giant ashtray and someone had exhaled smoke right into them. We almost vomited. My allergies went insane and I was drugged and in bed by 7:00p.
I did contact Instacart and they “unpaired this shopper from all of your future orders.”
The fence went in yesterday, but I’ve yet to get any good pictures.
Later, gators. Must soak my arm in salt water. Oh, hell yes it’s infected! Grrr…
I took this early one morning on the beach… many years ago. It’s been living on my desktop, prodding me to remember things I’d forget as the days go by..
Such as… we are not alone -we are never alone. We have family, friends, all the saints in heaven, guardian angels, not to mention the Holy Trinity and our heavenly Mother, Mary.
And it always reminds me that 99% of the time, we have no control… over anything. Drink that in and ponder on how short life can be.. I don’t know about you, but I’m enjoying my time on this rock, grateful for what’s been given and what’s been earned… and even taken away.
Hope you are, too.
We’re praying for those afflicted with COVID and the souls of the departed. Our emergency services, medical staff, military and grocery stores that keep us fed.
God bless us, everyone.