Hurricane Irma FAQ’s I’ve Fielded So Far

Do you know there is a hurricane?

Yes.

Are you scared?

A little bit, yes, but right now mostly I’m annoyed.  It’s a Florida thing.

Are you guys going to be okay?

That’s the plan.

Are you going to evacuate?

Not at this time, but that plan is subject to change in an instant.

But what about-?

Okay, stop.  I feel your concern and I appreciate it.  Thank you, and I mean that sincerely, you want us all safe and so do I, and to do that I need to stop fielding your concerns right now so I can focus on what needs to be done over the next couple of days.  I hope you can understand that.

I will keep everybody posted as best I can, and will certainly give a detailed status update on Friday before things get serious, but that’s a social “circle of need,” and right now there’s a category 5 “circle of need” heading my way that needs to be my priority right now.  Again, I hope I can count on your understanding right now, because that’s my immediate need from you at the moment, that and wishes for good luck.

So wish us luck, and I’ll talk to you later.

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I’ll Let You Know If Anything Changes

Despite yesterday’s post, I am genuinely okay.  I’m not quite sure what I did to myself (a pulled muscle is the most likely culprit), but it was . . . an experience to be sure, an experience I could definitely do without repeating.  It was a profoundly unpleasant 24 hours or so, but I seem to have made it through unscathed.

Still Weird After All These Years

This bit of news just made me smile:

Experts who exhumed the body of Salvador Dalí to collect samples for use in a paternity claim have revealed that the enigmatic artist’s trademark moustache still graces his face almost three decades after he died.

Holy Rest In Peace!

I’d be remiss if I didn’t note last week’s passing of Adam West.

Now I really need to watch Batman: Return of the Caped Crusaders.  (Normally I don’t give plugs to anyone, but I’m making an exception here because . . . Adam West.)

It Was Either “King of the Rocket Men” Or “Radar Men From the Moon”

Yesterday we had another one of those “We all knew it was going to happen someday, but it happening today was still a bit of shock” deaths in the family.  At times like that there’s a detached part of me that always takes interest and observes my unfiltered reaction to such news.  This time around my first reaction was “I hope he enjoyed that stupid movie I got for him one of the previous times he was in the hospital.  I never did get around to asking . . .”

But I really hope you did, Earl.

Sláinte!

And I Still Look More Like An Old-Timey Prospector Than I Like

So I’m more or less recovered from what took me down last week, I’m just not sure if I should put the emphasis on the “more” or the “less” though.  Case in point:

On one hand, though I remain disinclined to so, I am quite capable of heading out for needed provisioning runs again, so that’s a mark in the “more” column.  On the other hand, my personal definition of “needed” is pretty sharply limited right now . . .

Back In The Saddle Again

So it’s been a long hiatus, but after spending the last six months or so learning the ropes of how to homeschool my son, I’m finally resuming writing again.

No regrets on shifting my focus away from writing for so long, but it’s good to be back in the saddle again because writing is one of those callings you get saddle sores if you don’t do it for too long.

I Got It After The Fact, But I STILL Got It

Let the record show that I, of course, got Mom’s permission to tell yesterday’s story.

Definitively Answered

Admittedly, one of the reasons I was originally reluctant to mention Carrie Fisher’s passing was because I felt the focus was too much on fan reactions, and not enough of what I felt should be the primary concern, namely, “How is her family, particularly her mother, holding up?”

I guess we can now consider that question answered.

R.I.P. Debbie Reynolds.

All In All, There Are Worse Ways To Go

Because so many other people were commenting on Carrie Fisher’s passing, I wasn’t going to, but then I noticed how many people were getting the details wrong.

The other day Carrie Fisher drowned in moonlight, strangled by her own bra.