…To bring you your regularly scheduled afternoon, mini-hurricane. Satellite TV is out of course. Computers turned off to prevent lightning damage.
Maggie, my little sweet girl dog is home from her stay at the vets. Her “brother” Max was glad to see her. The suspense (anxiety) continues till July 23rd. That’s when she’s scheduled for examination by a specialist.
She has problems with her esophagus and swallowing. There are several possible causes. Most of them unsettling. Only a proper endoscopy will tell the tale. She’s tolerating soft food and drinking water. Her activities are limited in the interim.
Never had a pet duck. There were plenty of cats, dogs, chickens, calves, rabbits, and pigs. Not that I had anything against ducks.
When I grew up on the farm, there were so many mother cats with kittens, we kids struggled to name them all. One kitten was christened, “Little Bitty Wild Man,” another named “Meowy.” Then the genetic experiment went amiss, distemper struck, and only the strongest survived.
Inanimate objects like automobiles didn’t have personalities, but they did have quirks. Mostly due to deferred maintenance and a long succession of owners. Left rear doors closed reluctantly. Heaters worked, full-blast only–if at all. Windows wouldn’t roll down or up. Worn, three-speed stick shift linkages tested patience. Frequently stuck in second gear.
Nothing like the thrill of going into a skid on rain-slick roads, because one of the tires was bald. There was only money for used tires. Money is no longer the problem it once was. Procrastination, however, still is.
My laptop computer overheated and shut down for a long time before it was repaired. Other things took priority. I have two PC’s, and the laptop worked in 5-10 minute spurts, before it had to be shut down.
The worst quirk–it sometimes wouldn’t shut down, without the battery being removed. Why did I put up with it? I’ve put up with quirky things my entire life, and see them as challenges to overcome. I know, I’m not alone. Toilet tank handle jigglers, please raise your hands. Put them down. I can’t see them anyway.
No, it couldn’t be, here in the deep South. Cabin fever happened when one was confined to inside quarters for days, weeks on end.
So far this winter has been colder for longer than I can remember. Major highways iced up, severe wind chill, and at least one more night of this.
Why is it even an issue? Northerners are used to it, shrug it off every day. Here, the houses aren’t designed for extended periods of sub-freezing weather. If temps go under twenty degrees, pipes could freeze.
Snow removal equipment is non-existent. Businesses and schools are closed. After tomorrow, things will change for the better.
Weather is about to turn cooler–typical for fall. My two dogs are barking at every move the contractor makes across the street. That’s their job I suppose–to watch the neighborhood.
An observation: This blog, after five-plus years, has matured. Not that there aren’t any more mountains to climb. I just don’t feel the same urgency to publish something new every day. A bigger concern, is to avoid repeating myself.
Several bloggers, I followed, disappeared, or no longer actively publish, for reasons known only to themselves. Situations and people change. Five years are a long time in the blogging world.
It’s before sunrise. I’m a little bleary-eyed. Most importantly, I’m still here, after being battered by Hurricane Nate.
The storm bullied its way through during the early morning hours.
Electric power stayed on, as far as I can recall. I went to bed around eleven last night.
Was there any damage? Daylight will tell the story. A foot of rain came down in my area overnight, and there may be some tree limbs down.
I’m grateful we’re still here. Hope this tropical weather season comes to an end.
Shouted out, in
Bold, black script
Without, nagging complexity
No ethical considerations
Either, On, or off
In one fluid motion
For better or worse
All sales were final
Outer bands from Harvey arrived early this morning.
To say I’m not concerned is an understatement.
Weather forecasters aren’t always on the mark, when they say–up to ten inches of rain between now and Friday.
I’ve never heard a TV meteorologist apologize when their predicted, two feet of partly cloudy, fell as snow on streets and driveways.
We’ve been through flooding rains before. Nevertheless, I wouldn’t want my house to flood again.
Harvey, doesn’t seem to want to go away.