Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Storm Day

Just love to wake up to newspaper headlines like this, right?
My god.
Well, it is a big storm. Ain't no two ways about it. We're not getting much of it yet and probably won't for several hours. My favorite weatherman says that the heaviest parts will probably be between lunch time and supper time. 
He's so calming.
Looks like the storm is going to land west of Apalachicola (which is already flooding) and yes, we're going to get some hellacious weather but the fear-mongering going on is ridiculous.
I hope.

So. What have we been doing around here?
That's what.

Mr. Moon is cleaning up around his construction area which is good. Very good.
The dump is actually closed but they always leave a gate open which is ridiculous but that's how we roll in Jefferson County.

I've filled up the bathtub.
I'm about to run the dishwasher while we still have power.
I'm planning to read all my back-issues of the New Yorker and if things really get dicey and scary, I'll start rereading Lonesome Dove for the tenth time. Or maybe Keith Richards' Life. 

My kids all seem safe and secure.

The rain is picking up and occasionally we get a gust of wind but nothing serious.

As I said last night I'll be in touch as long as possible and then as soon as possible.

Don't worry about us. Seriously. It's the people on the coast west of here who are really going to be devastated and a great many of them have evacuated. I think of how every single person over there has to make that plan and then put it in action.
Or not.
I read about people who refuse to leave their barrier island homes and I just wonder what in the world they think they're proving?

Anyway, blah, blah, blah.

I'll check in later if possible.

Love...Ms. Moon


  1. Has Maurice come out of the bag?

  2. With you in thought. Stay safe. Xx

  3. Oh gosh, I've nothing to say but "stay safe." I love you.

  4. Stay safe, stay calm, go easy on the vodka and ride the wind. I am thinking of you all.

  5. Please do check in. Seriously. You do know how much we love you, don't you? You do know that as soon as we heard about this hurricane coming toward the panhandle we thought of Lloyd and you and your chickens and your family first, don't you? Well know that I did. I will be checking and watching, too. And you know that I will be praying since I am a pray-er. Sending so much love to you all. Love you.

  6. We'll all be thinking about you guys and looking forward to an update.

  7. Do you have a generator? For two summers we had two bouts of power for six hours and one for sixteen. So last summer we bit the bullet (BIG ASS BULLET!) and had a whole-house generator installed. To date we've had one power outage that lasted 17 minutes. But by God, we've got a generator! Right? I've heard Appalachicola mentioned on The Weather Channel, and know of it only through you. Today's the day we were to head to the Gulf Coast for the winter, but Achilles' tendon surgery has me grounded for a bit. Thinking of The Moon's, their kids, grandkids, friends and loved ones at this time. May Michael leave a bit of rain and move on. PLEASE keep us informed!!!

  8. I have my fingers crossed for you. Stay safe my friend.

  9. Thinking of you--stay safe and check in when and if you can.

  10. Thinking about you all day. Hope for the minimum damage and that those big trees keep their roots in the ground.

  11. Thinking of all of you and asking the universe to keep y’all safe.

  12. I was thinking today how impossible seeming it would be to pack up and evacuate. Mostly because of Cassia, but also ... and go where?? Do what? I can appreciate the paralysis or uncertainty that might make you sit tight. I rememebr a woman on an Asperger's pagelast year trying to get help for her friend's ASD son who'd been living in Florida with his ASD gf, and neither could face the sensory or social challenge ofa shelter. scary.

  13. Hoping you are safe...I cannot fathom 140 mile an hour winds...

  14. Just saw a cell phone video shot from Dog Island on MSNBC. I'm grateful you aren't there. Thinking of all of you.


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