Awaiting Landfall
I usually swim on Friday mornings, really early so I can get on with my day. I didn’t set my alarm last night, just figured I would sleep until I couldn’t sleep and get up, so I was about an hour behind my normal, but not bad. It was raining when I stepped outside, enough so that I wanted to have a coat on.
The pool was packed! It was like everyone wanted to swim because we never knew when we might see the pool open again. Hurricane Sally, six years ago, changed a lot of things, and helped us never take anything for granted again. I just did a short swim so I could go home and help AdventureMan finish closing up the shutters. Once the final shutter is closed, it is very dark inside.
While I was at the pool, Hurricane Isaias increased to a level 3 hurricane. AdventureMan was already out fixing the last of the shutters. I had thought maybe the shutters were overkill, but once we learned Isaias was now level 3, we were glad to have them. Our house looks like a fortress now.
We closed out our checklists and went to lunch. AdventureMan was kidding me about doing one last load of laundry, but . . . you never know what is coming next. It might be a while before I can do laundry again. We were at Mama Tacos, up on Olive, and crew after crew of big electrical vehicals pulled in and they all met up for lunch.
And when we got back, the house was dark, and we had no electricity. The rain had increased, we could hear someone running their generator, and I called Florida Power and told them we had an outage. I don’t know what magic spell they incanted, but we had our electricity back within 15 minutes. I kind of laughed to myself, I thought it would take longer because they were all eating at Mama Tacos. We took Scenic on our way home, and at the intersection of I-10 and Scenic we saw a hotel with at least fifty electric rigs, all present to take care of the damage Isaias is expected to inflict.
I decided to take a bath, not knowing when I might bathe again. AdventureMan came in to visit me as I bathed and looked a little lost. I asked what was up, and he told me he’d completed his list, he knows he shouldn’t be out on the road, it is time to settle in for what is to come, but he is restless and feels like he should be DOING something. I’m hoping he will take a good nap 😊.
Here’s the latest map I can find:
And in twenty four hours, it should be over.
“We’re Preparing For Isaias”
Serious electrical trucks are pouring into Pensacola; these are our heroes. Once the storm hits land, felling trees and turning common objects into missiles, and surging bayous, electricity can go out, leaving thousands without light, heat, or basic appliances. It is a modern miracle that these heroic teams can restore power so quickly to so many.
Anxiety and Hurricane Prep
Hurricanes are instructive. They don’t go where they are supposed to go. They wobble. You can prepare like crazy, and they go somewhere else. Today, Pensacola is preparing. Here is today’s forecast. Where the map explodes is Pensacola.
The last time Pensacola was struck by a hurricane was Hurricane Sally. She was supposed to go to Alabama, but at 2 in the morning, big surprise, she hit Pensacola.
Early this morning, they filled their tanks (so did I).
By eight in the morning, the parking lot at the local Publix was full! I had to park in the outside ring
AdventureMan had picked up most of what we needed at the commissary; I just needed a few additional supplies:
Apples, snow peas, and cookies at Buy one-Get one. I bought enough to share with the neighbors or any family that might drop in,
We spend the rest of the morning closing the steel shutters:
Very sturdy, and they let in some light, but the inside gets really dark when the shutters are on.
“Eau de toilette”, in case we have no water.
Our granddaughter was out of school early, so we picked her up for lunch and an afternoon together.
Even by noon, rumors are making their rounds that the storm will fade almost as quickly as it hits land, people are looking much more relaxed.
Getting Real When Jim Cantore Shows Up
Facebook started blowing up when Jim Cantore showed up but my favorite is this totally AI version of him interviewing a Pensacola Pirate (above).
You know it’s getting real when the national weather guy shows up. People were taking his photo at the airport when he arrived, and today he is broadcasting from Pensacola Beach.
I Spoke Too Soon
I made a big mistake this weekend. We were out at Peg Leg Pete’s for lunch – it was a dark and stormy day, and I thought all the tourists would go home, but I was wrong. All the tourists headed to Peg Leg Pete’s. (That was just a small mistake, and it worked out fine, we had a nice booth before the place maxxed out and the line outside started.)
The lunch, as usual, was great. No, the mistake was not going to Peg Leg Pete’s. The mistake, over a Lafitte Grouper sandwich, was mentioning how thankful I was for rainy weather, and had AdventureMan noticed we haven’t had any hurricanes this year?
I know better.
So Monday there are some vague mentions of a disturbance out in the Gulf of Mexico, down near Mexico. Tuesday night there begin to be warnings about a Tropical Storm headed this way. (We’re used to that; a drenching, some strong winds, maybe a short electrical outage and some extra clean-up afterwards.) But no, the predictions become more and more dire. (We’re actually used to that, too. Everyone gets dramatic at the possibility of WEATHER coming in.)
Today is Wednesday.
Events are being cancelled. They’re giving instructions on what we need to have on hand for emergency conditions. AdventureMan is on a quest to resupply our aging AA Battery collection for our, yes, hurricane lanterns. When ALL the lights go out, it is surprising how very dark it is.
We’ve learned a couple of things. Most of the time, the drama is all out of proportion, and it doesn’t hit us. Life gets normal really fast, and we laugh at our anxieties.
We’ve also learned that a hurricane that’s headed a couple hundred miles east or west can suddenly make a jog and hit us unexpectedly in the middle of the night. And then, life is a mess. The worst part, for me, is that no electricity means no air conditioning, and it can be very sultry and hot and hard to sleep at night. Our little propane stove is great for heating up coffee and soups, and that gets old in a hurry. And the mosquitoes.
There is only so much you can do. Much of it needs doing on a regular basis, like having your trees trimmed of branches that can fall and crush your roof or fly and break your windows. Put away all your big potted plants in a sheltered area where they will not become flying objects. More immediate is waiting to see if we will need to hurriedly affix our shutters, a real pain in the neck, which takes time, and makes the house dark and airless, but it does protect the windows.
We had a big chainsaw; just about everybody has a chainsaw to cut up big trees that block your driveway or road, but we gave it to our son and asked him to come over and help us if we need help.
I have two meetings this afternoon. Until the storm gets closer, life will go on with an eye to the sky.
AdventureMan just sent me this from the commissary saying “I won’t call it panic buying, but there is definitely some purposeful preparation buying going on.”
What Do You Expect When You Vote for a Misogynist?
More than 35% of female undergraduates surveyed at Cornell last year reported experiencing nonconsensual sexual contact, up from 23% in 2023.Â
You voted for a man who claimed to grab women by their private parts because he could. He said when you are rich and famous, you can do anything. He and his Tweedledum War Chief think manly equals testosterone and taking what you want.
To this point, increasingly civilized countries have prioritized manly qualities such as protecting women and children, providing for women and children, taking care of elderly parents, giving charity to those who are in need – being physically stronger comes with responsibilities.
Small wonder women are refusing to date or marry men who believe they are entitled to dominate and take what they want.
Consent is basic respect. An agreement to kiss is not an agreement to go further, Consent has degrees, and a manly man checks in, makes sure his partner wants to take the next step.
Stastical Pole Switch
I can put my finger (or arrow😄) on when it happened – the day my statistics swung wildly from primarily United States readers to primarily Chinese.
The jump is bizarre.
The last day, below, I had a majority US viewers:
My friends who have subscriptions have no problem accessing HT&E. I’m still accessed through Google and other search engines. The swing is so precise and so lopsided that I am at a loss to figure out what happened.
Here is the worst day of all, in the entire history of this blog.
Not a single Chinese view, except for Taiwan. And the lowest views in the history of the blog. Just weird.
Tough Advice
Today’s Lectionary Reading from the Gospel is truly humbling for those who truly try to follow The Way:
Luke 6:27-38
27 ‘But I say to you that listen, Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, 28bless those who curse you, pray for those who abuse you.29If anyone strikes you on the cheek, offer the other also; and from anyone who takes away your coat do not withhold even your shirt. 30Give to everyone who begs from you; and if anyone takes away your goods, do not ask for them again. 31Do to others as you would have them do to you.
32 ‘If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them. 33If you do good to those who do good to you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners do the same. 34If you lend to those from whom you hope to receive, what credit is that to you? Even sinners lend to sinners, to receive as much again. 35But love your enemies, do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return.* Your reward will be great, and you will be children of the Most High; for he is kind to the ungrateful and the wicked. 36Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful.
37 ‘Do not judge, and you will not be judged; do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven; 38give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together, running over, will be put into your lap; for the measure you give will be the measure you get back.’
Me and IKEA
“What am I looking at?” You might ask. It’s my 28 year old laundry basket, good as new. It holds a lot of laundry, it folds up into nothing, and the bag unbuttons and comes off to be washed. 28 years, and good to go for another 28 years. It’s from IKEA.
IKEA is the nomad’s dream. I bought three tables to use in a country where I had no tables. These tables come apart, fold down to 24″ x 39″. and fold out to double that size. The hinged tabletops look like the day I bought them. I can put three together and seat 12 more people. They’ve moved six times, made their homes in four countries.
The complex in Kuwait provided the couches and beds, IKEA provided by closets, storage and book cases. I could take them apart and ship them from country to country. I finally had to leave them in Doha, our final post.
No, it is not fine furniture. And for a nomad, it packs up and travels just fine. One of my Army wife friends once told me (her father dealt in fine furniture and antiques) to save my money and buy the fine furniture when we retire and stay (more or less) in one place. I took her advice, except that I still have my die hard, hard working IKEA tables and my laundry basket. And all the IKEA shelves holding my books and fabrics and quilting supplies in the sewing room.
BRAVO, IKEA!
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