Journal of a Hurricane Year (part 2)
Sep. 16th, 2004 04:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cleolindaSo. I am not willing to say that the storm has passed, lest I jinx the whole thing, but the winds got pretty bad between noon and 1 pm, and now we're back to the sulky rain. I'm hearing that the hurricane has shifted over towards Atlanta, which--well, sorry, guys, but better y'all than us, because we are totally not prepared for crap like this. Not that Atlanta is, but--come on, it's so much bigger that it's got to have better resources than we do.
Actually, my neighborhood held out pretty well, I think. The power would literally go out every thirty minutes, then every five as it got worse, and all the appliances would roar back to life and then die back down again. I think my parents must have the patience of Job, because they were sacked out under blankets in the den watching the local news on TV, and the power would go out, and George would reach over and turn on the radio to the same station, and when the power came back, they'd turn the TV right back on and the radio off. I went downstairs about one o'clock to make a sandwich, and I swear I watched them do this five different times: TV. Radio. TV. Radio. TV. Radio. And the whole time, neither of them said a word. And it was annoying when I just said fuck it this morning and went back to bed, and my lights kept turning themselves on every five minutes when the power would come back, but really? If this is the worst hardship we faced, we got out of it with the luck of the angels.
I did take a picture of the fallen tree with my camera (and aren't we just slutty decadent with the technology now?), which you can see here. (I had to up the contrast and take down the gamma so you could see it more clearly. Also, yes: that is my thumb on the side. Shut up.) Both halves have now fallen--well, you can see one sad eighth of the tree refusing to fall down in the middle. One-Eighth Tree, I salute you.
(Also, since I'm cleaning pictures off my phone: The elusive Lucky Dog. Meko poses for the camera. Sam doesn't like cameras so much. Oh, and because it had to be done. Scary how easily the "broken ox" icon adapted.)
Oh, and I got about six pages of plot and character notes written on my seven orphans story, although they turned out to be six after I took another head count. Hmm. Maybe the seventh will show up later.
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Date: 2004-09-16 02:31 pm (UTC)...Well, maybe not American, but mine, anyhow.
Glad to hear you weathered the storm. Of course, there's still Jeanne....
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Date: 2004-09-16 02:32 pm (UTC)ROTFLMAO.
Congrats on surviving the storm in tact.
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Date: 2004-09-16 02:34 pm (UTC)I would move it, but I am wearing my only dry pair of pants. And I am making brownies.
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Date: 2004-09-16 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-16 04:32 pm (UTC)I can guarantee you will never have to worry about hurricanes again.
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Date: 2004-09-17 07:30 pm (UTC)The nice thing about hurricanes, though...
Date: 2004-09-16 02:49 pm (UTC)Our natural disasters are better than theirs. Nyah!
Re: The nice thing about hurricanes, though...
Date: 2004-09-17 06:15 am (UTC)Oh, we name our tornadoes... just not anything printable. :-)
Yay! Cleo (and her dogs)(and her family)(but not her tree) is okay!
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Date: 2004-09-16 02:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-09-16 03:25 pm (UTC)http://photobucket.com/albums/v331/cheesus123/?action=view¤t=Crazytree5.jpg
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Date: 2004-09-16 04:34 pm (UTC)So glad to hear that the worst appears to be over, and that you have survived in one piece (well, you, but not the tree. Poor tree.)
Cute, cute dogs!
Yay! Well done ... perhaps if you yell "dinnertime" or something, at the book, the seventh orphan will come running. I understand the lure of food works often with children *lures her brother into the kitchen with the promise of chocolate and then makes him take out the trash*
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Date: 2004-09-16 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-16 04:52 pm (UTC)Christy Marx interview about JEM (http://www.mediasharx.com/index.php/features/3288)
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Date: 2004-09-16 10:38 pm (UTC)good to hear you've survived to this point.
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Date: 2004-09-16 11:21 pm (UTC)Ivan is only a tropical storm now but that doesn't mean nothing's happening. My mom called me twice at work on my cell phone. The first time she was freaked and the second she was calmer: "Sweetie, everyone's OK and there's nothing to worry about, but call me ASAP, OK?" So I called her on break and she told me she wanted me to come home Saturday night after work because there's supposed to be flooding in my neck of the woods. Home as in her place.
Right. At 9pm on a Saturday night, with high winds and heavy rains, I'm going to drive 6 hours across the state...so she won't have to worry about me.
My mother is very odd sometimes.
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Date: 2004-09-17 03:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-17 06:59 am (UTC)Hahaha! This is the voice of Atlanta sayin' 'Bite me!' :p But..but.. y'all have all that
Alabama chromeduct tape to put stuff back together. ;)Seriously, it's not really a big deal here in Atlanta, just continuous rain. 'twas a bit windy last night; enough for tree crap to scatter about, but hey! that's the function of tree crap. Not even our sewer systems have caved in, as they're apt to do in heavy rains. Yet. If Atlanta vanishes into one big sink hole, you'll know what happened.
I feel for the people in Mobile, Ft. Walton, though.
Yarha, Not Blow Away, Even Genteelly
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Date: 2004-09-17 09:52 am (UTC)Yarha, Bells on the Fingers and Whistles in the Nose or Somesuch
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Date: 2004-09-17 12:01 pm (UTC)Yarha, Ideographs for Clarity
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Date: 2004-09-17 08:33 pm (UTC)*HUG*