Saturday the light was golden, as if the sun was filtered through a glass of Miller Lite. (Really!) One of the most perfect days I've ever enjoyed.
I used to read about artists like Van Gogh moving to different places as the seasons changed, for the quality of the light. I understand that now.

That was Saturday afternoon. By Sunday afternoon, an agency left a pre-recorded message on the answering machine about being prepared for what was then hurricane Ida approaching the Gulf of Mexico. The message concerned having a stash of canned foods and water and batteries and flashlights and medications and a tank of gas and some cash on hand and a copy of your important papers with you. To tell me all that was preaching to the choir--I'm ready.

It helps that Ida has been downgraded to a tropical storm, but we'll still get some strong winds and lot of rain--the ornery ole gal is coming our way, right up hurricane alley. I turned off MPB because the every 20 minutes updates and the Governor's warnings etc. just make me antsy.

With the first wind, the power will go out. Then all night I'll hear weak and diseased trees cracking and falling. Hope none of them fall on the house. There's absolutely nothing to be done about it. The only way out is through. What cannot be avoided must be endured. Enough cliche's for now. I'm just gonna go comfort myself by eating some cheesecake.

Bye y'all, susil