Hey -- I didn't thank you for helping me get to the hoo-ri-cane pix! So thanks very much. All the years we lived in Jax, I heard all those hoo-ri-cane warnings on the radio, wondered about those exotic, faraway places (Punta Gorda, Cape Hatteras) where storms put in and left the land, and waited for a storm to hit Jax. No such luck. In the 40 years my parents lived there, only one real hoo- ri-cane, which left them cooking steaks nightly on the ourdoor grill.
The smell of barbecues going after the hurricanes is etched in my memory forever! And of course, if you have any significant amount of meat in your freezer, and no power for days and days, you're cooking away to beat the band.
I'm never sure if I should say *sorry you missed them.*
I'm a nice quiet middle-aged former bankbuster, disabled since age 32 with a myriad of weird health issues. I love heat and humidity and odd hobbies like fossil hunting, tromping around in the Everglades, backyard bricklaying, and rescuing plants damaged by our spate of hurricanes. Oh - I like to live-blog hurricanes, too.*****
I have a wonderful life. I'm one of the happiest people I know. Why? I don't know.*****
I also have nightmare memories in my head that would send some folks around the bend. But that's another story, one I don't tell much, and I seem to have made it past the horror parts pretty well.*****
I have nothing to prove so it's hard to insult me. I know who I am. I own the space I live in - and I don't mean just my house. My life is way far from perfect, but I'm content.*****
For some readers, that would make this a boring blog. For others, my fun adventures, absurd health episodes, and particular way of looking at things keep 'em entertained enough, in the end.
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Hey -- I didn't thank you for helping me get to the hoo-ri-cane pix! So thanks very much. All the years we lived in Jax, I heard all those hoo-ri-cane warnings on the radio, wondered about those exotic, faraway places (Punta Gorda, Cape Hatteras) where storms put in and left the land, and waited for a storm to hit Jax. No such luck. In the 40 years my parents lived there, only one real hoo- ri-cane, which left them cooking steaks nightly on the ourdoor grill.
The smell of barbecues going after the hurricanes is etched in my memory forever! And of course, if you have any significant amount of meat in your freezer, and no power for days and days, you're cooking away to beat the band.
I'm never sure if I should say *sorry you missed them.*
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