In Case You've Wondered

My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.

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One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.

I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.

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Sunday, June 24, 2012

Watching the Gulf

Tropical storm Debby has awakened the chattering mob of weather forecasters, old wives and voodoo doctors. The conjecture is thick and the forecasters are near orgasmic with the opportunity to talk about a tropical system. The Weather Channel, as usual, has coerced their personalities to stand in rain squalls, flying debris and wonder for hours on end on how much a beach will erode, or to speculate how long before someone drowns in a rip current, which will close a beach.

Me? I'm sitting with my feet hanging down. This is an annual occurence and can be fun. The comments are astounding and methodology for predictions can involve the amount of fruit born by a tree. I've reached the point I'll just make something up and see how long before it becomes common knowledge. I might as well, that's what the experts do.

3 comments:

  1. Oh sweetie. I've been mentioning you to Stud and wondering what's going on where you are.

    I'm used to Indiana weather where we were bombarded by the excitement of the weather forecasters hoping for a catastrophy.

    We knew to watch the sky and head for the basement IF necessary.

    Here, I haven't learned what to expect. But I DID notice a weather forecaster standing in the wind, stuggling to remain upright....then I saw the people on the beach behind him. Standing with no problem and smiling into the camera.

    Be sure and let us know when it's time to head for high ground, okay?

    Oh....there IS no high ground in Florida is there.....

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  2. After Rita, Geraldo was so frustrated by the lack of wailing masses and flooding, he stood in a ditch to accentuate his broadcast before he hauled ass.

    If you're twenty feet above sea level, it's probably best to shelter in place, unless it's a category 4 or stronger storm. I know this is contradictory to the officials, but they have a nice place to stay during a hurricane and never have to fight the traffic, or sleep in a parking lot because there are no hotel rooms.

    One day, I'll write a post about my experience evacuating from Hurricane Rita. It was one of the most horrible events of my life. Riding out Ike was a much more pleasant experience.

    I think the highest spot in Florida is around 100 feet above sea level. The rest of the state is a huge sand sponge that requires the tropical moisture to keep the aquifers charged. It's the good part of tropical storms.

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  3. Hold on to your hat. Bob is heading down to Fort Myers tomorrow with my brother, CnC. We were down there for the backside of Francis to check on our place after Charlie came through. p.s. I got really confused for awhile when you referred to Rita.

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