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Three tea bags, even if all consumed before noon, will rob me of sufficient sleep. Dang it. Two it is.
At the tail end of last night's sufficient sleep, I dreamt that I was in something like the house that I grew up in as it was taking a direct hit from a hurricane. Water poured in through the corner of the ceiling above the front window. I tried to keep the double front doors from getting ripped off their hinges, but I only succeeded with one of them. As the wind died down, one of my brothers-in-law walked up and we heard a sprinkler spraying.
"Is that a sprinkler?" I asked.
"Yup. Some people just have to water."
We laughed.
Context? The house where I grew up in had its roof replaced a few years ago, plus some repairs to the kitchen ceiling. Good Sister corrected my memory of that just the other day. Even though I lived in Florida for seventeen years, I never lived through a storm that bad; indeed, I was far enough inland that nothing that bad has happened there in my lifetime, even with the ravages of global warming.
At the tail end of last night's sufficient sleep, I dreamt that I was in something like the house that I grew up in as it was taking a direct hit from a hurricane. Water poured in through the corner of the ceiling above the front window. I tried to keep the double front doors from getting ripped off their hinges, but I only succeeded with one of them. As the wind died down, one of my brothers-in-law walked up and we heard a sprinkler spraying.
"Is that a sprinkler?" I asked.
"Yup. Some people just have to water."
We laughed.
Context? The house where I grew up in had its roof replaced a few years ago, plus some repairs to the kitchen ceiling. Good Sister corrected my memory of that just the other day. Even though I lived in Florida for seventeen years, I never lived through a storm that bad; indeed, I was far enough inland that nothing that bad has happened there in my lifetime, even with the ravages of global warming.
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Date: 2024-07-11 01:50 pm (UTC)From:Now, I don't get excited till a Cat.2 and nervous at Cat.3. I've been in a Cat.3, and don't want to repeat it. The storm itself had issues, but nothing prepared me for the social consequences of Miami with one working street light. It was every person for themselves, and to hell with everyone else.
The combined years of 2004 and 2005 caused many people to leave. Adios snowbirds!