Today I left the garage door closed, so the neighbors are thinking I’m dead.
On the weekends, I always open the garage door and begin my day before the sun has officially announced itself. In fact, I did that very thing at 6 A.M., while sipping my life sustaining brew, and gazing up into the heavens, before the birds and squirrels had ventured from their cozy nests, or the neighbors, for that matter. Justdog knew I was up, as he peered at me sleepily with one eye open, but not caring to rouse himself before I had my coffee. He’s a very smart dog.
My husband was up at 5 A.M, going over to the coast to fish with a friend, so the house was empty, well, except for Justdog and Justcat…. and JustI, of course.
The world is mine!
I finished my second cup of coffee, and took Justdog for his morning constitutional before daybreak. The air was crisp, and there was a gentle breeze, but winter is basically over in Florida, so I only had on two layers of clothes, and no winter jacket, for a change.
Walking the dog stirred my appetite, so when we got back I decided to forego another cup of coffee, and go inside to fix myself a hearty breakfast. The sun wasn’t quite up yet, so I closed the garage door, with just a crack for Justcat, so he could come and go, and sit in the sun on the front porch.
I had no sooner finished breakfast and started up the computer, when I heard my 75 year old neighbor’s garage door open. I know the squeak and squeal of each garage door on our cul de sac. From the window in my office, I spied the neighbor walking the lid to my trash bin over to my house. I loaned her the trash bin for her yard waste about a month ago, and she returned the bin, but forgot to return the lid. I see her frequently, but forget to bring the lid home. Obviously, not all that important.
My first thought was, what the heck is she doing up so early. She usually sleeps in ’til 9 or 10 A.M.
Then I realized I had left my garage door mostly down, and she was looking for signs of life. She thinks I’m on my death bed, or that I’ve croaked.
On our cul de sac, an open garage door is a sign of life or a welcome mat for the neighbors, and I have inadvertently sent a signal to all that something is awry. I may as well have hung a quarantine sign on the front door.
I’m thinking I better go open up the garage, to ease everyone’s minds. I’ll be hearing about my faux pas for the better part of next week, as each and every one will ask about my health, seeing as I did a change-up.
Me thinks I will feign a quick recovery.
Some wakes celebrate the life of someone who has passed, but in the wake of Irma, we celebrate the demise of one who wreaked devastation.
I read someone’s post earlier this week (posted under “humor”) about why anyone would want to live in Florida, a hurricane magnet, and live in fear of the loss of life, or destruction of one’s home. We have tornados too, so I guess we have two strikes against us. We have no basements. We’re only about 100 feet above sea level.
I was born here, and I still live here.
At least with hurricanes, we can prepare in advance, so I won’t be moving to Kansas any time soon. Prepare is the most important word in that sentence. When hurricane season begins, you begin to prepare. It’s an Aesop fable I learned as a child, The Ant and the Grasshopper. Those who live on the coast, must be prepared to leave. Although the storm tracked up the gulf, the backlash was felt even on the east coast because it spawned tornados. The weather radio compared Irma to the size of Ohio. I can’t say I’ve ever been there, but it was interesting here, for sure.
Central Florida, Orlando specifically, is on the same latitudinal line as NASA. I don’t think NASA built there without giving it some thought, and I’m happy to share in their reasoning, even if I don’t know what it is.
Plus Disney World is here (NASA Theory), and tourists. I marvel at people who save a boat load of money to bring their family here during the summer, when temperatures are 95 plus degrees, and heat indexes are well above 100 degrees. But, I’m one to talk; I love visiting the frozen northland during winter.
We were without power for almost 3 days, and as soon as our power was restored I lowered the thermostat on the AC to see if I could get it to snow in the house.
Everyone I know has two refrigerators. One in the house, like the rest of the country, and one in their garage for ice and water, and other libations. We stocked up on ice and water early. We went through 60lbs of ice before our power came back on. I shared water and cooked on the grill (everything that I could before we lost it) for our neighbors that rode out the storm. I had placed the grill in our garage to weather the storm. It’s easy to roll the grill out in the driveway.
I know you don’t think I was grilling in the garage.
I’ve had a camp-style coffee pot for years. There wasn’t a day I missed my coffee. I do have some priorities.
After 3 days of no power, everyone in our neighborhood lost all of the food in their refrigerators, so we will clean them out and start anew.
We lost one tree, and have raked a load of leaves and picked up limbs until my sweaty back hurts.
Even as I am doing a ton of laundry and sweaty bed linens, I know how fortunate we are, and I pray for those who are still dealing with the wake of Irma. I’m not sure that fortunate is the appropriate word. I prayed to God for our safety and the safety of all those in her path. I do think prayers are answered. It’s all about faith.
It’s been in the 80’s for the past 3 days, and the weatherman says, “no more winter”! My lips are plumping up as I type! (Note to self, need facial moisturizer with SPF 30)
Tell me they eat roaches and feast on mosquitoes for dessert!
Surely they were almost extinct for a reason?!
It was Sunday, and I was bored, so I ventured over to the Fitness blogs. I’ve pretty much avoided them, because they have become boring too. Same old resolutions, probably by the same old(er) people. I hit on one, because there was a picture of a dog. The post was about the difficulties of performing yoga moves with a 10 month old puppy in the house. The young lady writing the post described how the dog is chewing everything…she now has chewed shoes, bras, articles of clothing…etc. The first thing that came to my mind was that this woman is
a slob very much like my husband. Our dog has trained (something that I couldn’t do) my husband to put his clothing in the laundry hamper and his shoes in the closet . Currently, the dog is training him to hang up his bath towel; I wish the dog luck. Once I tired of perusing the pictures, mostly selfies, I decided maybe I would watch some TV.
I don’t really like watching TV, but it was frigid and windy outside (again), so I settled in the recliner on the dog patio. The dog and I share this enclosed area, because we can escape from the BIG SCREEN TV in the family room. We have a normal size TV out there, and the dog and I are the only ones who routinely use the room. The only thing on TV that I really like to watch is HGTV, but the commercials tend to make me brain dead. I have to close my eyes when the Wayfair commercial comes on, because I can’t stand watching people who appear to be having epileptic seizures over the perfect throw pillow.
I settled on watching an episode of Love it or List It. I really got into watching this family (of 4) that lives in a 1000 sq. ft. row house. The husband was determined that it could be remodeled to become more functional, and the wife wanted a 2000 sq. ft. house that she could turn around in. After listening to the couple argue for 30 minutes, interrupted by 4 Wayfair commercials, I wanted to tell the wife that it would be easier to get a divorce. I had to get up and go outside to check the weather. The TV just wasn’t doing it for me.
Being the sucker for punishment that I am, I figured I would try and episode of Caribbean Life. This couple from North Carolina sold everything and were shopping for houses in Roatan, Honduras. They wanted a house they could turn into a bed and breakfast, on the beach. Now this husband and wife duo aren’t spring chickens, and they might want to check out some of the fitness blogs…just sayin’. Anyway, the realtor showed them 3 houses, and just as they were getting ready to decide on which house they were going to buy (I’m hanging on the edge of the recliner) the channel changed to a Food Network show…my husband had set the DVR to record Guy Fieri eating his way across America. So I gave up on the TV.
Having a curious nature, I diverted back to the internet and Googled Roatan, Honduras, and I thought I would share a few facts (as factual as the internet is) with you.
They do have an Aeromedical Service that operates on a membership basis, with a Sikosrky 62A helicopter that can transport up to three stretchers and is fully equipped for emergencies. It will take you to the big hospital in San Pedro Sula. Although Roatan has a hyperbaric chamber for diving emergencies, the website states that it’s currently out of commission…so sad.
“It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair…”
I hope spring gets here soon…