Another Trip Down the Stream

It happened again: another float down the stream of consciousness.

first the stream, then the translation:

....took a time-out from the Shadows study....hurricane time-out....last year's heat time-out during a tropical storm....heat time-outs

When posting the Shadows entry last night, I realized that it had been a while since the previous Shadows post. I guess I took a hurricane time-out. Last year, I remember going to a George County football game during the remnants of a hurricane, Humberto, I think. I remember the hood of my rain poncho beating against the side of my face. It was in September, so the game officials had to call the mandatory heat time-outs in each quarter, even though we were quite cool with the combination of wind and wet and wanted that game over as soon as possible. In Mississippi, and probably other southern states, high school football games in September have a heat time-out each quarter to rehydrate the teams: don't want any heat-related tragedies on the field.

What a Long Day!

Today has been one of those endless days. It started early with bad weather that just kept getting worse. We were lucky here in George County: just wind and rain. Nothing like 3 years ago. But hurricane weather keeps you inside, on edge, glued to the news: TV if you have power, radio if you're operating on batteries.

Luckily for us, we didn't lose power or internet access. For a stormy day, that's amazing! As a result, I experienced a first: an e-mail from my uncle. Not the one that paints watercolors, but the one that moved from New Orleans (post-Katrina) to Lancaster, PA. I am so glad that he doesn't live in the city below sea level any more.

The e-mail that I received had a link to the Fulton Theatre's web site. Ed has always been involved in theater. I remember seeing pictures of him in "Brigadoon" on the walls at my grandmother's house as I was growing up. Whenever I get a post card from him on his travels, he mentions the shows he has seen on the trip. It doesn't surprise me at all that he is the writer for Understudy, the theater guide for the Fulton Theatre.

I'm glad this long day is coming to a close.

Generator: check

Mr. H came home from work early yesterday. On Wednesday's, he usually just meets us at church. He wanted to check on the generator. I didn't realize that the generator was still up at our place after Katrina. It belongs to the Sr. H's.

The reason for the concern is that when the water came up in Ocean Springs 3 years ago, this generator went under water. We rescued it, cleaned it up, flushed it out, and then used it for a day or two. We ended up heading to Dallas for Mr. H to work from there for about a week and a half. By the time we got back, our power was back on. The Sr. H's didn't need it, as they are right on Hwy 90 and are in one of the first areas to get power restored.

The girls and I went to church, leaving him there to check on things. If that one didn't work, he was going to head over to Mobile to see if he could locate a new generator. I figured he'd miss prayer meeting and probably choir practice, too. We were still singing the opening hymn when he came in. He leaned over to me and said, "It started on the first pull!"

I guess we're as ready as we'll ever be.

Hurricane Sign

You know you're in for some bad weather when Jim Cantore shows up.

I have it on good authority that he just checked in at the Beau Rivage in Biloxi.

I think we're in for some bad weather.