Sorry I haven’t written in a couple of days. We were preparing for the “big blow” that wasn’t. Mostly.
I woke up ridiculously early on Saturday morning with that panicked feeling you get when you wake up thinking you overslept having forgotten to set the alarm, and you’re going to be late to work, and then you remember it’s Saturday, and oh, what the hell, the adrenaline got you going so you may as well stay up and do something useful. So, I hit Home Depot and the grocery store before most people woke up and discovered that there was “something” out there that might be heading our way.
Sunday was spent examining the stand-by generator and deciding that changing the oil could probably wait till another, less pressured, day. Then we moved stuff in the yard to sheltered areas where they’d be less likely to become airborne missiles. You have no idea how much crap you have lying around your yard until you have to pick up every single bit of it and figure out where the hell you’re going to go with it. And of course, MJ is all like “I’ll follow your lead, babe.” Thanks.
I had to go to work on Monday, but they let us out early. MJ assembled a variety of absorbent materials (mops, rags, paper towels) in anticipation of the roof tarp blowing off. I think he was expecting a flood of biblical proportions. And no, we still haven’t gotten the damn roof fixed. I haven’t done the taxes yet, either. I’m hoping our accountant filed the second extension for us.
Anyway, Tropical Storm Fay did not appear to precipitate the Apocalypse, but she did take down a limb of our East Indian mango tree in the middle of the night. Wasn’t really a big deal except for the fact that it landed on the phone line that runs into the house. We kind of stared at it for awhile, trying to figure out how to get it off without making things worse, seeing how part of the limb was still attached to the tree.
So here it is Tuesday. I didn’t have to go to work, the wind is still blowing around pretty good, and although the Sun made an attempt to assert itself, it didn’t last long, and it’s back to being dreary. This is the third time in 20 minutes that the power has blinked and the cable went out.
The bright side? Well, 3 days’ worth of clouds and wind has cooled things down to tolerable (if you can stand the wind-driven rain). And the birds and squirrels, while a bit confused about the change in landscape (did I tell you about the power outage last week that prompted the power company to come out in the dark with chainsaws and hack apart my backyard neighbor’s trees that were growing through the power lines back where I have the bird feeders? No? It’s stunning – and not in a good way.), having disappeared yesterday, came in this morning, looking for a meal. I was happy to see some of the parrots returning, too.
The whole thing’s been kind of a drag. Speaking of “drags”, would you please click on my baby dragons so they’ll grow big and strong?
Back tomorrow night with another Project Runway: Stream of Consciousness Recap — provided the cable holds up. Damn! I’m going to have to record the Olympics again.
My Skippy died… not enough clicks, or too many clicks and not enough views, or some other random combination of things. She was the little purple baby. She even got wings, but still didn’t grow up. Poor Skippy.