So, I weathered Irma, though not entirely unscathed. Five days with no power, water, cable and (up until a few hours ago) limited cell service. The top of a big oak in the back yard took out my back porch and did minor damage to the roof...but that's what insurance is for. Couldn't go anywhere the first day because both ends of my road were blocked by downed trees and power lines. All said and done we fared pretty well compared to all of the poor folks down in south FL.
With that said I have no idea when the power will be back on...last estimate I got was yesterday or ten days from yesterday...so I wouldn't hold your breath if you're expecting me to pst anything any time soon.
Yeah, my birthday was on Monday, the day of the hurricane. Some birthday present, huh?
Thanks to all the people who wished me a happy birthday and to all those who tried to see if we were safe or not. I usually respond to everyone who says happy birthday, but...yeah, after five days of not being able to check emails and whatnot and just now getting cell data back, my poor whittle thumbs are pretty damned tired.
I'm five days out from my birthday and I'm already getting a small flood of well-wishers. Thanks for that.
So, what am I getting for my birthday, you may ask? Well, I did have plans to rent a beach-side cottage for a couple of days next week over on the "left coast" of Florida...just the wife and I. Summertime is actually the off-season over there. You step out the back door, you're on the beach, you look left, you look right, and odds are...you're it. No throngs of pasty mid-western tourists, no European tourists in speedos, no giant highrise hotels full of said tourists, not even that guy (in a speedo) with a metal detector. Mimosa for breakfast, bloody mary for lunch, and what-have-you for dinner. Old school, Floridians only vacation.
Instead, however...I'm getting a fucking hurricane.
So yeah, if I don't thank you individually on or about the 11th (which I usually do), it's because the wife and I are sitting in the dark listening to the wind howl.
Now, don't be alarmed....this ain't my first rodeo. We're on high ground, the generator's got plenty of gas, got plenty of food and water (and alcohol), and the little town we live in (unlike a certain soggy metropolis in Texas) wasn't built in the middle of a swamp.
Oh, before I forget...to the anonymous person who gave me the three months core memberships: Thanks for that...I really appreciate it!