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The Storm is Upon Us

I have to move fast. Heavy storms with a possible tornado. I’ve a jacket by with keys and will grab the dog’s leash if we need to seek shelter elsewhere.

Hallway, stairwell, underground garage, car. Right now I’m being told to not use and unplug any electrical equipment, not wash dishes or my hands or use the loo.

The windows have fogged up (I’m supposed to put down the shades) and I’ve only seen one small tornado, years ago up north. I’m not moving yet but do have my jacket, both sets of keys, purse and cell phone off electricity. The dog leash is right by the door.

I see lightning and thunder and have scanned the radar and hourly weather reports. We are now on the watch list. My husband flew an hour west yesterday. The storm hit him first, just talked to him a minute ago and he’s OK.

Planes are flying in. No birds and the winds have been fighting east to west. Not a good sign, but guess what. I got up while my husband and dog slept nine hours, to blog a Cat 5 Hurricane in Houston. I did so until the power went out for six hours. We were so close to downtown that we got our power (not water, that took over a week) back in hours as I believe we were on City Hall’s circuit.

We built a hurricane kit (a lot of good it’ll do me in storage) and stored 15 gallons of fresh water and got water to flush the toilet in six gallon jugs. They slept. I sat in front of the windows and blogged. The devastation was amazing as all the signature high-rise corporate buildings had their windows blown out. We spent the morning cleaning out the flooded garage and 1st floor. No management or maintenance came for days. My husband and T cleared storm drains. Jim sucked water through a hose to stop the garage from flooding the 1st floor.

T’s wife and I went door-to-door on the 1st floor to make sure everyone was OK. We had power but no water for a week. That week my mother went to hospice so we flew out to spend a week with her. There was no food, no gas, and FEMA was a joke. We drove to the airport on fumes.

Ii just saw a seagull outside our windows. We’re anticipating severe storms this evening but think we missed this one as of a few moments ago our winds were still 5 mph and this storm was coming in at 55-70 mph. The birds are back, for now. Perhaps they’ll have a good fishing day.

We’re alone but my husband is OK and we had the beginnings of an escape plan. I do love thunder and lightning, palm trees being thrashed about in the winds. Hurricanes are OK, tornadoes, no. There were 150 lofts in our building back in the day, only one had no damage. Ours. Go figure. Have a great day! Dee

Weather Report

I’m supposed to drive two hours each way to pick up my husband Christmas eve. Of course the local weather predicted devastating snow storms that would paralyze all the major airports east of the Mississippi. Yes, I was a spelling champion in grade school.

They do this for ratings, because they don’t have anything else to report but murder, arson, protesters stopping traffic and really bad weather.

I got my own report today. The geese told me something’s brewing. Great gaggles gathered (alliteration) near shore. They did not speak. They’re all feeding to hunker down for a killer storm. Also strange little black birds, like the crazy ones in Texas that sit on the power lines, not Grackles, have been by. We already have alternate plans, train or hotel and he’ll be home for Christmas dinner.

When the squirrels are up in their tree apartments (I saw one that had a plastic grocery bag atop, a nuisance to humans but the only waterproof squirrel apartment I’ve ever seen) we need to see to roads and sidewalks, heat and enough food and water to get us through.

We’re hurricane-proof, see my blogs through Ike, a storm like I’ve never seen that my husband and dog slept through and I blogged through. Every other loft was damaged. Not ours. Our hurricane gear is a block away and I’ve enough coats, hats, gloves and winter boots to get me there on foot to retrieve The Hurricane Box. Yes, we even have a hand-powered radio.

I may have a purpose in this life and may have lived it and may be living it still. I’ve saved people and animals, someone must have a use for me to be here. The bird (capon) has landed and is in the freezer until 12/23, my husband’s birthday. Saving a capon is not my life’s goal, as we and our guests are going to eat it. It’s Christmas here with a tree and everything magical. Dee

Gourmet

Ruth Reichl, I love you!

A dear friend gave my mother Gourmet in the 70’s and she transitioned from cream of mushroom soup to souffles.

When I first read it, the recipes were all written without an ingredient list and everything in paragraphs. I remember one for a tagine that at the last moment called for lemons that had to have been prepared and marinated for three weeks.

Bummer. Get to the end of a recipe and have to wait three weeks to make it.

I always loved Gourmet in whatever incantation and wish it were alive today, but I must confess that in my blog I talk it through just like you did back in the day.

There’s no list of ingredients or amounts, as some strange lawyer says “This sounds like a recipe of my Aunt Millie from Arkansas from the 1940’s. I’m suing you.”

I don’t publish recipes online, except the ones I create. Photos are essential, I know. As the fog comes in and off the lake and the trees and moon emerge from time to time, I think it’s going to be a good day. Except the birds start chatting at 4:05 now talking about who Kathy went out with last night and why was Kyle working late again.

Yes, I speak dog and cat and am learning bird. Cheers! Dee