Saturday, August 27, 2011

My Ass Is Getting Kicked In Colington Harbour.

The incessant pounding is starting to wear on my every last nerve.
It's 5:30. The eye has passed by us. The wind has shifted. Coming from the west now. And the water in the canals is rising.
Uh oh. This is the part we've been dreading.
We've done everything we could do. We've moved stuff in the garage, utility room, and shop off the ground. It's going to flood and there's not a damn thing I can do about it. But if the power goes off, we do have a generator and we'll be able to save all that food in the freezers and refrigerators. Hurricanes are a bitch. I've been looking for Dixie's pink collar for a year now, and I found that in Middle Hawthorne's bedroom, stashed behind stuff on a bottom shelf. So it wasn't all a bust.

1 comment:

Rose II said...

Perfect time to open a bottle of wine! Thinking of you, thanks for the updates. Stay safe.