Hot Frances on Flordia Action
Frances must have had some Carribbean takeout, after beating the shit out of the islands, she came to Florida and took a nice, long, steamy dump.
I'm still without power at home, which is no biggie, considering I made it two weeks without electricity after Andrew....but my whole world is discombobulated. It's weird to be so detached from the outside world, when right down the block, there's electricity flowing. I dread opening the door and finding that the ceiling fans are still. It gets muggy and still, although, last night it was actually kind of cool outside, so I didn't keep waking up in pools of sweat.
Saturday night, I played it safe and stayed home since I had to work Sunday morning (also, I'd had about 2 hours of sleep since Thursday). Sunday morning was gray and windy, and thankfully Pita Pit was the only place open in Gainesville, so just about the entire city came in or ordered delivery.
Would you believe that people actually called to complain about how long it was taking? Hello, asshole, look outside. See that Hurricane blowing around all those branches? That makes for unsafe driving conditions, perhaps you could be patient for an hour.
The pit stayed open 'til about 4:30, when the lights started flickering, and we lost power. We cleaned up fairly quickly, and then hung around in front of the store, watching the winds tear through the trees, and the dumbasses who don't know what an unlit traffic light means have near misses in the intersection.
Just so you dumbasses know, since you're still driving around recklessly clueless, when the light is out at an intersection, it means it's a fourway stop. Four. way. stop.
Anyways, after work, we came home to a dark house, and that's when the storm started to pick up. We watched it go by on our front porch, finishing off the cold beer so that we could tolerate the warm stuff. Then we played Texas Hold 'em by candle light, trying to imagine the days of Saloons. It was awesome.
Monday certainly put a new meaning to the labor day holiday as the heros of the tree trimming and electrical industry worked long into the night, throughout the remains of the tropical depression, to get most of Gainesville clear roads and Power. Mensches.
Tuesday was another slow day....what does one do without power? Sleep, sleep, read, play solitaire, read, sleep, eat. Kind of like a cat, only much less relaxing, since knowing that you're without power is an incredibly frustrating feeling.
On the plus side, it's quiet at night, and there's still a roof over my head. Minimal damage, for which I'm grateful. H has a tree in her house and on top of car. Well, it was a car, now it's a wreck.
At first, I wasn't bothered by the storm, I thought it would clear up all the messy feelings associated with the end of summer and the start of fall.
(Today's Survey:there anyone for whom this part of the year is enjoyable?)
I think instead, Frances dug up all the dead horses and old grudges. If Ivan makes it up to the G-spot, I hope someone rolls him a famous Gainesville Green fatty, and he fucking chills.
I'm still without power at home, which is no biggie, considering I made it two weeks without electricity after Andrew....but my whole world is discombobulated. It's weird to be so detached from the outside world, when right down the block, there's electricity flowing. I dread opening the door and finding that the ceiling fans are still. It gets muggy and still, although, last night it was actually kind of cool outside, so I didn't keep waking up in pools of sweat.
Saturday night, I played it safe and stayed home since I had to work Sunday morning (also, I'd had about 2 hours of sleep since Thursday). Sunday morning was gray and windy, and thankfully Pita Pit was the only place open in Gainesville, so just about the entire city came in or ordered delivery.
Would you believe that people actually called to complain about how long it was taking? Hello, asshole, look outside. See that Hurricane blowing around all those branches? That makes for unsafe driving conditions, perhaps you could be patient for an hour.
The pit stayed open 'til about 4:30, when the lights started flickering, and we lost power. We cleaned up fairly quickly, and then hung around in front of the store, watching the winds tear through the trees, and the dumbasses who don't know what an unlit traffic light means have near misses in the intersection.
Just so you dumbasses know, since you're still driving around recklessly clueless, when the light is out at an intersection, it means it's a fourway stop. Four. way. stop.
Anyways, after work, we came home to a dark house, and that's when the storm started to pick up. We watched it go by on our front porch, finishing off the cold beer so that we could tolerate the warm stuff. Then we played Texas Hold 'em by candle light, trying to imagine the days of Saloons. It was awesome.
Monday certainly put a new meaning to the labor day holiday as the heros of the tree trimming and electrical industry worked long into the night, throughout the remains of the tropical depression, to get most of Gainesville clear roads and Power. Mensches.
Tuesday was another slow day....what does one do without power? Sleep, sleep, read, play solitaire, read, sleep, eat. Kind of like a cat, only much less relaxing, since knowing that you're without power is an incredibly frustrating feeling.
On the plus side, it's quiet at night, and there's still a roof over my head. Minimal damage, for which I'm grateful. H has a tree in her house and on top of car. Well, it was a car, now it's a wreck.
At first, I wasn't bothered by the storm, I thought it would clear up all the messy feelings associated with the end of summer and the start of fall.
(Today's Survey:there anyone for whom this part of the year is enjoyable?)
I think instead, Frances dug up all the dead horses and old grudges. If Ivan makes it up to the G-spot, I hope someone rolls him a famous Gainesville Green fatty, and he fucking chills.
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