drowning at 7 feet sea level
Our A/C went out yesterday but since the weather is SO bad, our guy can’t replace the appropriate part. I’m drugging myself tonight; last night was bad enough.
The good news? The rain is keeping the temperature down. It’s 82 in the house right now and I want to scream. But… at least it’s not 98 in the shade.
While waiting in the car…
I know… but it’s kinda cool, right?
Has anyone seen our yard guy?
If the picture is pretty enough I de-saturate to see what that would look like… with this one I took it both ways… and decided to post because… well, it’s lovely.
Are we expecting vampires?
This morning before sunrise the east was ablaze with bright yellow which became orange. Brilliant transformation!
This picture shows the real deal, even my fence (which my neighbor broke) and another neighbor’s house.
Hope it doesn’t rain; I’m planning kabobs on the grill for dinner.
We’re smack dab in the middle of the Atlantic season, between June 1 and November 30. It’s a magical time when people up and down our nation’s coasts clear out market shelves every time the wind blows hard.
Fred is out there. Don’t get me wrong, he’s a storm. He’s just not a hurricane type storm. Winds are projected to remain low and all he’ll really accomplish is dumping tons of liquid on an already saturated state.
Earlier in the summer we experienced massive amounts of rain and for the first time in 20 years I was worried about flooding. I told my Dad at the time that I needed to dig a trench in the front, since encroaching foliage had made the area more of a bog than what it was designed to be: a runoff.
Of course I procrastinated on the trench until this morning.
…and now I’m sitting. 😉
…of Wilma.
As I wrote in the last post, I put this here not for anything or anyone other than myself. It’s what happened after a Cat 3 ran over us in 2005. Nothing like Andrew, but still…
Thank God it’s cool!! If this had happened in August we’d be miserable. Even a normal October day is usually warm and humid. Two colds fronts equal another miracle! Before she left for home Tonie and I went to Publix for staples and of course she left for home with one of my bags. A heartfelt thank you to Publix for opening their doors! Without power they may have been trying to get shed of some perishables, I don’t know. That’s what I’d do, anyway.
The line outside Home Depot is long, considering the generators haven’t arrived. We need a generator and a new gas grill (not to worry, we have two generators now). Cleaning the fridge and freezer out.
Dammit, Tonie left with my trail shoes!
Continue reading “The Aftermath”Ran across this account of Hurricane Wilma’s aftermath while cleaning out my desk. Though I wrote about Hurricane Andrew’s passing, it’s certainly not for consumption. Our experiences after Wilma, though, are simply boring. Putting it here to save it.
Hubris and the Hurricane or How We Found our Miracle
::Cue the Gilligan’s Island theme::
Continue reading “Wilma”
…then it started pouring again.
Christmas Eve saw us in a hotel room after eating warmed up Campbell’s soup from a Circle K. Surreal, but we were able to see family for Christmas so it was worth it.
We drove back down I95 and grabbed the dogs from the ‘spa’. It’s nice to be home.
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