Not Very Cheerful

Everyone in Tallahassee is really paying attention to this potential storm. It's not even a Tropical Storm yet but there are headlines like, "We Are Not Going To Be Able To Avoid This One!" 

Ooh boy. 

The National Hurricane Center has this to say on their five o'clock advisory:

The system is expected to intensify into a major hurricane 
before it approaches the northeastern Gulf Coast on Thursday. While 
it is too soon to pinpoint the exact location and magnitude of 
impacts, the potential for life-threatening storm surge and 
damaging hurricane-force winds along the coast of the Florida 
Panhandle and the Florida west coast is increasing. Storm Surge 
and Hurricane Watches will likely be issued for a portion of that 
area tonight or Tuesday morning, and residents should ensure they 
have their hurricane plan in place.

Even Rob Nucatola is sounding serious about this although as always, he is reminding us that things can and do change drastically when a storm starts to form. 
Oh man. Sometimes I just fucking hate Florida. 

I went to Costco today and so many people were lined up to get gas that they had a guy out there directing the traffic. This always happens. I guess it's so that if we have to evacuate we'll have the gas to do it. I've never once evacuated for a hurricane (knock wood) but I can't say that it'll never happen. 

So let's not talk about that anymore. Let's talk about this picture.

It was posted on a Facebook group that I belong to about the history of Sebastian, Florida and nearby communities including Roseland. This picture was taken at the fourth birthday party for the little girl in the picture whose name was Gwenda. I didn't move to Roseland until I was five and so I wasn't even around the area when Gwenda turned four but she and I were in the same grade at Sebastian Elementary School when we reached school age. I was also in the same grade as the little darling on the left whose name was Bobby and the blonde-haired guy with the striped shirt whose name was John. The tall boy was a year ahead of us and his name was Mark and I knew him quite well as his mother and my mother were good friends and he was the son of our pastor. The little guy in front with no shirt and a lot of attitude was the brother of Bobby. 
I think it's so funny how every one of those children look like they've just been told that there will be no cake, ice cream, or Kool-Aid at this celebration and they are going to have to weed sandspurs out of the yard.

I've gotten a lot of enjoyment from looking at that picture. Except for Bobby's brother, I knew all of them quite well and played with them all. I even spent the night at Gwenda's house a few times. 

Well, that was exciting. 

I do not feel well. Something is going on with my stomach. It's been off for a few days. I don't have much of an appetite which is quite unusual for me and there are other issues which we shall not discuss. Another thing I can talk about with Dr. Zorn on Friday unless, of course, Tallahassee is shut down due to a hurricane. Meanwhile, I am making a sort-of chicken Avgolemono soup for our supper in hopes that it will treat me kindly. So I'm cutting this post short. 

There's Maurice who was practicing her super model moves yesterday evening. 

Here she is just now. 

She is definitely thinking about something. Probably about how she's going to attack me next. 

See you tomorrow. 

Love...Ms. Moon