08/30/11 The Storm, The Beach, and My Dad


We survived the storm. Late Saturday night was the worst for us…not long after I went to bed I woke up because of the wind; the power was off & on throughout the night but fortunately never long enough that we lost food. Lots of tree branches down in our neighborhood; county workers had that cleaned up by late Sunday afternoon. The weather here since then has been absolutely wonderful.

The kids went back to school yesterday: one started college, three in high school, one in middle school. Technically not the start of fall but for me it is. It was an odd summer…we did a lot of rides, both on our own and with friends. I managed to check off a few things on my Top 10 List, which I’ll write about in another post. It’s difficult to pinpoint but the whole summer seemed ‘off’ for some reason. I wanted to go to the beach. My blog friend Seashell recently wrote about attraction to the ocean…I think for me it’s a combination of things: the salty smell, the warm sand under your feet, the breeze in your hair, the hot sun on your back, the chill of the water…

Last night I had a long, vivid dream that included my dad. Just after my mom died he started a journal, the old fashioned kind on a legal pad with pen. I read it once when I first received the envelope and then again recently. Even without knowing the man it’s heartbreaking:

I think I just reached a blank wall. I have so many regrets, please don’t live your life that way. I don’t know what else to say or do my heart is broken. I will never forget her, she was my life and my love and when she died so did I.

Not long ago one of our riding friends commented on a photo of my dad, stating that my oldest son resembles him. Funny that it took so long for me to see it but he was absolutely right. That’s a very cool gift.

I’m not foolish enough to think my parents had a perfect relationship. It was certainly good enough to last for 39 years though and what I remember most is that they were always friends. That gave me hope that I would someday have something similar.

Hope and dreams are good things.

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08/27/11 Calm Before The Storm


So we continue getting ready for the hurricane and wait. Two of the kids offered to go to the grocery store with me. We got there around 10:30am and already a rather full parking lot and not a single cart available in the store. It was very crowded, a number of people were joking about the situation but an equal number were quite rude. We did self-scan and bagged as we shopped so our wait to check out was minimal.

We have lots of non-perishable foods, bottled water, ice, candles, flash lights with charged batteries. We moved the flower pots, recycle bins, and trash can; went on a quest to find the coolers in the basement. Later in the afternoon I put gas in the van and I’m doing one last load of laundry.

Not much else to do at this point. The rain is supposed to start late in the morning and continue until around noon on Sunday.

There was a beautiful sunset sky this evening. E and I took a walk to the field behind our house and then up the hill to the higher grounds near the elementary school. I got a number of photos to add to my sky collection.

08/25/11 Weather or Not


The kids start school on Monday; it’s been an odd summer. Going to the beach was number one on my top 10  list of things to do but at this point I don’t think that will happen. I found out this afternoon that D is going away for five days so there won’t be any rides this weekend. I was at Walmart with three of the kids for the 5.8 earthquake, the 4.5 last night we all slept thru. Now we are getting ready for Irene. According to forecasts this is supposed to be the biggest storm to hit our area in decades. We’ve charged batteries for flashlights, have candles ready, and tomorrow morning we’re going grocery shopping. After working in a grocery store for a number of years I know that isn’t going to be fun.

Today’s weather was odd-this photo was taken from our back yard and was not Photoshopped. I think this is going to be a bad one…