Everybody Needs A Bosom For A Pillow...
jealousy is an ugly emotion, and i don't deal with being the object of jealousy well at all. especially if i feel the person being jealous has no claim on me in the first place.
i was in portland visiting relatives in 1980 when mt st helens blew and flooded the tuttle river with mud and debris. the ash fell on the sidewalks like snow. on our hurried trip back home, we had to take an alternate route, and the mushroom cloud of ash and steam was clearly visible on our right. my mom pulled into an empty parking lot and said, "boys, i want you to look at that and remember. this kind of thing doesn't happen very often, and you were right there."
st helens' aftermath lasted for some time, and ash was being swept off of sidewalks for many weeks to come.
volcanoes, earthquakes (nothing too serious, mind you), floods, extreme heat, extreme cold. been there, done that.
so i guess we are adding to that hurricane. though, in all honesty, fay never became anything bigger than a tropical storm. but the word "hurricane" has been tossed around quite a bit lately.
the kids are out of school today (only their second of the new school year), i am home from work (not that i am complaining, mind you), i awoke earlier than i would've liked to rain pounding the glass of our balcony door, and wind whipping through the eaves.
we bought water, extra batteries, the necessities. i had pulled in all our lawn furniture and hoses and garbage cans except the one that was full and to be picked up today.
there i lay in bed in the dark, the storm pounding outside, no. 1's elbow in my ribs, thinking: i better get out there and get that garbage can in before i find it all over the cove.
the rain died down some and i threw on jeans and a t-shirt and head out there.
to find the garbage truck collecting the trash of our very cove.
as the trashman nears my can, looking like an extra straight from braveheart (broad fair face, long red hair and beard, thick, strong body) who was tossed into a yellow rain slicker and sent out, i say, "i thought i better get out here cause i figured you guys wouldn't come and everything would be everywhere."
"we're like the mailman, brotha."
i put the empty can in the garage, and think:
this aint gonna be too bad at all.
darth sardonic
i was in portland visiting relatives in 1980 when mt st helens blew and flooded the tuttle river with mud and debris. the ash fell on the sidewalks like snow. on our hurried trip back home, we had to take an alternate route, and the mushroom cloud of ash and steam was clearly visible on our right. my mom pulled into an empty parking lot and said, "boys, i want you to look at that and remember. this kind of thing doesn't happen very often, and you were right there."
st helens' aftermath lasted for some time, and ash was being swept off of sidewalks for many weeks to come.
volcanoes, earthquakes (nothing too serious, mind you), floods, extreme heat, extreme cold. been there, done that.
so i guess we are adding to that hurricane. though, in all honesty, fay never became anything bigger than a tropical storm. but the word "hurricane" has been tossed around quite a bit lately.
the kids are out of school today (only their second of the new school year), i am home from work (not that i am complaining, mind you), i awoke earlier than i would've liked to rain pounding the glass of our balcony door, and wind whipping through the eaves.
we bought water, extra batteries, the necessities. i had pulled in all our lawn furniture and hoses and garbage cans except the one that was full and to be picked up today.
there i lay in bed in the dark, the storm pounding outside, no. 1's elbow in my ribs, thinking: i better get out there and get that garbage can in before i find it all over the cove.
the rain died down some and i threw on jeans and a t-shirt and head out there.
to find the garbage truck collecting the trash of our very cove.
as the trashman nears my can, looking like an extra straight from braveheart (broad fair face, long red hair and beard, thick, strong body) who was tossed into a yellow rain slicker and sent out, i say, "i thought i better get out here cause i figured you guys wouldn't come and everything would be everywhere."
"we're like the mailman, brotha."
i put the empty can in the garage, and think:
this aint gonna be too bad at all.
darth sardonic
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posted by darth sardonic at 3:48 AM
4 Comments:
We swept ash from Mt. St. Helens in Colorado too I remember.
Stay safe. I heard this morning Fay is going for a third round and may hit hurricane status?
not on us i don't think, z, further north maybe. i have been off work every day since monday this week.
good to hear. I've bene watching the news and thinking about you guys. The video of the kite surfer was pretty amazing and looked incredibly painful.
i guess i missed that one
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