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.

If you're here for the stories, I started another blog:

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.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

More Hurricane Terror

It's day two of hurricane terror. The meteorologists and news folks are ramping up the hype.

Don Henley's song  Dirty Laundry comes to mind:

"...We got the bubble-headed-bleach-blonde who comes on at five She can tell you 'bout the plane crash with a gleam In her eye It's interesting when people die-..."


  1. Yep. Being the only man in the community not allergic to physical labor, my husband has battened down the hatches of the COMMUNITY CLUB HOUSE (thank you neighbors) without help. The only thing we're doing here is making sure the flashlights are charged and hauling in the round glass-top off our patio table.

    If it hits Citrus County, we have a friend in JAX who would welcome us overnight.

    But, I'd rather stay home. We're used to the false tornado prophecies we had in Indiana.

  2. After Ike, I realized everyone should fear the water more than anything else. It's a sobering thought to look at bayous 30 miles from the coast and realize the reason everything is dead in the water is due to salt water intrusion.

  3. I'm going to ride it out on the third floor of a hotel in Homestead, FL. I hope to report on the adequacy of the Florida hurricane building code.

  4. Hurricanes are bad to sit through, but it's much worse to fight evacuation traffic, worry about damage and realize you can't go home because of incompetent government entities.