This one started to head out to sea, then went, “Crap! Where is my head? I almost forgot to devastate Florida!”
The thing is, we’re so mentally beaten up now that no one has the energy to care. We’ve gone from frantically making sure everything is stocked up, tied down, shut down, closed early and evacuated to “Hey, you gonna leave that PC running all weekend? Yeah. Screw it.”
Stay safe, my bruised and battered compadres. Only 67 more days to go!
I am simply not giving a crap anymore. Hurri what? A hurricane you say? What the fuck ever. I’m going back to bed now.
Geezum, what is it with the weeknds and hurricanes? Stay safe!
Stay safe! 🙁
Seems like they like to hit at night too –> doubly scary.
Stay safe.
Oh, it’ll be 79 and sunny this weekend here.
Funny, last weekend I was saying to myself, geeze, “do I have to update Sollys blog? Nope, no hurricane this weekend, I guess not!”
Back on schedule, apparently.
You must have all the vanilla pudding in the world in your cupboard by now.
I wonder what happens when they get as far as Hurricane Zeke.
Hang in there.
You crack me up. Thanks for the laugh now I’m going to go Nucking Futs!! 😉
i echo kat’s comments. And I have to add an “oh for crying out loud!!! AGAIN????
Oh man – I would hate to live in Florida this year. It’s been one hectic hurricane season! Stay safe.
That attitude is what happened with Mt. St. Helens and finally after weeks and weeks of warnings the thing blew her top off and Harry Truman didn’t make it to his little cave and Cougar, WA was buried and a whole bunch of campers were plenty sorry they chose that night to pitch their tents on her mountainside. I’m just saying….better plug in that surge protector.
..no chit you yahoos stay safe..first ~cane party..goes to time out..ya`ll can bitch later..Maybe some industrial strenth MY-DOL is called for..Mother Nature sure has had PMS to the ump degree..
May our prayers keep you safe…
Jean, Jean, roses are red
All the leaves have gone green
And the clouds are so low
You can touch them, and so
Come out to the meadow, Jean
Jean, Jean, you’re young and alive
Come out of your half-dreamed dream
And run, if you will, to the top of the hill
Open your arms, bonnie Jean
Till the sheep in the valley come home my way
Till the stars fall around me and find me alone
When the sun comes a-singin’ I’ll still be waitin’
For Jean, Jean, roses are red
And all of the leaves have gone green
While the hills are ablaze with the moon’s yellow haze
Come into my arms, bonnie Jean
(Jean, Jean)
Jean, you’re young and alive!!
Come out of your half-dreamed dream
And run, if you will to the top of the hill
Come into my arms, bonnie Jean
Written by Rod McKuen, performed by Oliver
Peak chart position # 2 in 1969
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According to Reuters, “when Jeanne comes ashore on Florida as expected late on Saturday or early Sunday, it will make history — the first time since records began in 1851 that Florida has been walloped by four hurricanes in a single Atlantic storm season.”
I don’t vant to make history. I just vant to be left alone!
I lived in south Florida for the first 23 years of my life, from 1967 to 1990, and in all that time, we only had one measly little hurricane that was maybe a category 1 when it made landfall. Crazy. Hang in there.
I keep thinking about the comment you made on my blog about getting tired of ‘hunkering’ and needing a new word.
Unfortunately, the only other word I can think of is ‘cowering’. I think I prefer to hunker. Stay safe.
Just wanted to check in on you — stay safe!