My name is Grumpy:
Who else is looking forward to a long, soaking weekend? My advice is to stay the heck away from the East Coast. Even if it isn’t raining right this minute I’m sure it will start soon. If electricity is something you value, we only have it by the Grace of Edison. Since I’ve been at the office (got here at 8am), we’ve had more power hits/surges than I have fingers and toes.
I am unable to watch the RNC on teevee because we still don’t have access to all of our channels (thanks Directv). So, that’s my caveat; I didn’t get to see his speech.
Here’s my beef:
Why is it OK for Zell Miller to change his mind but it isn’t OK for John Kerry to change his?
I can assure you that “my secret sauce” is not my “secret power source”.
Maybe you shouldn’t come to the Richmond area for that fun-filled vacation you’ve always dreamed about, at least not right now.
Check out the pictures VDOT is posting.
You can also pretty much kiss good-bye that scenic drive through the surrounding area. The better-half took twice as long to get home from his mother’s house last night because of all the road closures. He reports a few more outages than are officially listed here.
The Richmond paper has some excellent slideshows on their home page. Check out the Day After and Reader Slideshow.
There was once a dam here back in the 70s and our property was waterfront. Then the dam broke and now there’s just a creek. Sometimes the creek gets really angry.
The bridge at the bottom of our hill is gone in a spectacular fashion. The digital camera’s batteries are dead so after that charges I’ll post some photos.
Last I heard we got 11.6 inches of water yesterday. As a point of reference, it was partly sunny at lunch yesterday. It didn’t start raining until around 1:30pm. It finally stopped around 11:30.
I think we have as much or close to the damage as where Gaston made landfall. We joked last night that Virginia is being punished for being overly Republican, enacting laws that limit civil rights and for flying the Confederate fly a little too much. Plague and pestilence are sure to follow.
We really did have a fabulous time while at the beach last week. We did a great big pile of nothing the entire week. It is completely possible to do nothing but eat, read, play games, sleep and swim in the ocean. One night at dinner we heard about the 300 cars that were destroyed during Hurricane Alex and even heard one of them blew up and burned down a rental property. Did we get on our bikes and ride like the wind to see this spectacle? No. We did not. It was too much effort. We did not go into any of the shops to buy knickknacks. If it wasn’t at the “variety” store then we didn’t see it.
Normally when we return from a week of vacation it is as if a vomit bomb went off in our house. Today, we got home and carefully opened the door to the house and we were met by Leon who was overjoyed at having us home. There was one hair ball (on the crappy basement floor so it hardly counts) and a litter box to change. That’s it. We did not spend 30 minutes or more cleaning up vomit, broken pottery or other awful things. Leon is not upset with us but very much thrilled to see us. He can’t get enough of either one of us. Can I tell you how happy I am?
Can I also explain that the only reason our house is not a foul crypt is because our other cat is no longer on this mortal plain? Cruel you say? Perhaps, but I got to take a shower and start some laundry instead of cleaning up something we used to call hot frosties…you don’t want to know what those were.
We’ve had a brilliant three days on vacation. The weather has been phenomenal. Warm enough but not hot. The breeze on the beach has kept flies at bay and provided us with some great body surfing opportunities. The only downer is the Thai place is closed for a few days. I had been looking forward to getting take-out from there but we’ve already decided we’ll stop by a Thai place in town when we get home. Not the same, but it will have to do.
We’ve eaten well: shrimp, hush puppies, bluefish with Vietnamese veggies for me (my mom is probably going to flip when she reads that I ordered bluefish), grouper with tomatoes and capers for the better-half, tuna and steak for the better-half and baked parmesan flounder for me. We’ve indulged in several Black Forest Strudels from the bakery as well as some muffins. The food, as always, has been outstanding.
The cats that normally infest this cottage are significantly less in numbers than in previous years. I don’t know if they’ve found a better crop of suckers or what. We feed them from the huge bag of food someone left in the cottage. Perhaps they are sick of the same old feed.
Early this evening there was a brilliant thunderstorm. We couldn’t really see the lightening but the thunder was HUGE. We were sitting on the porch watching the rain and the better-half went into the house. At one point, the clap of thunder was so huge that I opened the door and yelled “holy shit” to him. The cat was wigged.
We’re headed to the beach bright and early in the morning and the forecast seems like we may have at least several days of decent weather. We’re taking the laptop so I may update while we’re gone (at least to report on the fine food).
