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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.
Tonight
Blood Red Moon
Are we expecting vampires?
Sunrise
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.
Hurricane Season
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. 😉
The Aftermath
…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”Wilma
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”A Promise
…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.
It’s Going to be a Busy Weekend
We’re almost directly in the path of hurricane Dorian. (I’m sorry, but I hate that name – I call the storm Dorian Gray)
I’ve been in Florida since 1992, with a rather quick sabbatical in Texas in 1996. The state stopped surprising me after hurricane Andrew ripped my roof off… in 1992. You’d think I’d turn around and leave the way I came after that welcome, but no. Of course not. I never learn.
Several hurricanes later and I’m going through that old routine… and hating every minute of it. What used to be exciting and sometimes terrifying has simply become a major pain in my ass.
All this is to say… someone please send some gas down here so I can power the generator long enough to make coffee.
During Alberto
Tradescantia pallida, more commonly known as Purple Heart… and since I always post the first Crinum lily of the season… lily with Bree in the background. In people years the old girl is 83.
You can’t kill crinums. I pulled the entire bed up after Irma… about 60 of them… and threw the ones I wanted to keep in another bed. Not planted. They lay there dormant, looking door-nail dead, until I planted them again this Spring. Miraculous.
Alberto has been dumping massive amounts of water on us, but guess what? It’s monsoon season anyway. For two weeks before Al got here we were inundated every day. Fortunately we live on a sandbar.
Après Irma
Well, we survived. Again. But really, how many times can one tempt fate? I lost track of how many hurricanes I’ve been through.
I took before pictures, as one does… but no after. The pictures would come out looking like modern art that nobody understands because everything is swathed in green and brown roughage; the result of the almighty raking a giant comb over the land at great speed.
We were more ready for this storm than any other, which thankfully was not needed. Luckier than most, we were only without power for 24 hours and internet for a few days. I’d rather have power than internet, but it felt odd and I didn’t even turn my pc on til it came back up.
Kudos to the city of Margate and Broward county, both of which kept everyone updated via Twitter and Facebook.
Now… there are three other systems to keep a weather eye on… and have I mentioned that I WANT TO MOVE??
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