YEA! I mean 'yea' because I don't want to sound too happy about that damnable Gustav moving west far enough to go into Louisiana--the Mississippi Gulf Coast took a glancing blow. I was waiting for the worst, but the lights didn't go out, no trees went down, so by midnight last night I thought "Good, I can relax."
That's when the feeder bands (those long streamers of clouds that swirl on the periphery of the eye) started causing tornado's and flooding rains, so all day that's all the news has been about here. I am sick of that storm; sick of reading about it, hearing about it and seeing it on TV. Can I be honest? It was a kinda puny storm hyped up by the media; a pest a destructive annoyance that scared everybody sh*tless--BUT it was good training for all the emergency services, which is good.
I cooked up meats in the freezer not wanting them to thaw and go to waste. Barometric pressure changes--or something-caused my cooking skills to improve. I made the best steak with onion gravy I have ever made. I made the best meat loaf ever. I ate good while my nerves were up!
Last night there were some hard gusts of wind and rain. I heard a loud crash outside on the carport. I went out to find the trashcan where I had a rake, a hoe, and other tools standing up in had toppled over. I was standing it all up again when I noticed a bird huddled on the eave under the carport--it didn't want to go out in the bad weather--not even the racket made it move. I hurried up and went in and turned off the light. I feel sorry for the birds--I wish I had a refuge for all of them.   susil