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	Monday, August 30, 2004

I've been having some trouble with my category routing and have decided that at least for the time being I should post everything to the front page and then route it to categories. So, once again, I'm going to have a separate "Why Your Wife" category that will contain only the sex-related postings. Subscribe to/bookmark that page if you don't want to read all my "other subjects of equally earth-shattering importance."

I really am going to get to Part 2. Scout's honor. I'm reading a book right now that I'll want to tell you a lot about. But it might be a while, because things are a bit nuts here. See below for just one reason why.

In the meanwhile, do catch up on all the Part 1 stories in the sidebar. New! and Improved!




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Little Prince Gaston took us rather by surprise, especially when he flirted with hurricane status just before coming ashore a couple miles up the road. When I woke up about 3 am Sunday the wind was already humming in the trees, and I knew then that something had gone wrong with the forecast. He came ashore sooner and a lot closer than we expected.

And slow? He was like a languid Parisian waiter showing his contempt for American tourists, lentement. Usually tropicals and hurricanes roar through at 25 mph or more, and you get blue sky after only a few hours. But Gaston poked along at 7-8 mph, so he dumped a shitload of water (10 inches here) on top of the Charley shitload, and our rear neighbor (toward which our property gently slants, poor bastard) had an ankle-deep swimming pool behind him. Only minor damage in the neighborhood (although it looked like the Almighty sent a ticker-tape parade along our road), but the next door neighbor lost a huge, magnificent branch from his oak tree -- which missed his huge, magnificent boat by inches when it blew off.

We lost power, got it back on about 10:30 this morning, so it was only about 27-28 hours that it was out out, but UGH. We have to get one a those biiiiiig Binford generators to run lots of fans, the cordless phones, the fridge, the TV and above all, the cable box. Thank heavens it was only in the 80s yesterday and not the 90s we had after Fran (when the power was out for 3 days). But I'm so freakin' spoiled by airconditioning I hardly slept last night anyway. Not as much birdsong this morning as usual, either. Where do birds go when the sustained winds run in the 50s for HOURS ON END?

We didn't lose much from our woods, other than a bonfire's worth of dead twigs and accompanying leaf-confetti. But here was a LOT of chainsaw noise around here yesterday afternoon, buzzing above the background grumble of half-a-dozen nearby generators.

Maybe THAT'S what really scared the birds away.


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