So, here’s the deal. We have an 80-pound dog, and an 8 pound cat. They don’t see eye to eye physically or figuratively. One thing they do have in common, is they love to lie down in the middle of the doorway or entry way all over the house. If you try to step over them, the dog will try to stand up which makes you straddle him like riding a horse. While the cat will freak out and run into your legs.
When this happens and your foot comes in contact with the dog, you break your foot. If your foot happens to run into the cat, you break the cat. In either case, you’ll fall and break your hip. Only the dog gets out of this unhurt.
I grew up in Miami in the 60’s and 70’s. I know hurricanes and really feel sorry for the folks in the New Orleans and Bermuda areas. They have been getting slammed with storms this year. Back in when we were hit with three hurricanes in six weeks. Here in Daytona Beach area we had Charley, Frances, and Jeanne, while Ivan stayed far enough away from us, it did affect parts of the state.
But here’s what I’m seeing; “Life threatening storm surge”. I don’t remember seeing that phrase so often in previous years. My older brother tells me the hurricane Donna in 1960 caused a massive storm surge that flooded our yard, and we lived a good 10 miles from the coast. I have to believe that climate change is the main reason that storms have become more frequent and stronger.
Hurricanes seem to hit so more frequently in my youth, nut not as hard. Later, when I was grown, I always joked that if we didn’t get at least one hurricane a year we got mad because we were missing out on a hurricane party. That’s not true of course. Well it may be truth for some folks.
You have to understand that hurricanes are such a way life in south Florida we nicknamed the university the Hurricanes. Their mascot is Sebastian the ibis. Why an ibis? Because the ibis is the last animal to leave the everglades before the storm and the first to return after the storm.
Here’s a joke we used to say before that started using male names for storms; “Why don’t they name hurricanes after men? Because they wouldn’t make it past the Virgin Islands!”. Hey – it was funny when I was 10.
Genealogy isn’t rocket science. It’s much, much harder! I’m not necessarily saying that tongue in cheek. Take this post from my genealogy blog. It was so very difficult to put the dilemma in words that it may not make sense to those that do have experience in genealogy. In short, I think I have two ladies with the same name in the wrong places. The one I have as my great grandmother may belong with the family of her cousin and vice versa. The do have the same names and are rather close in age. In any case, I set that problem aside and started working on Wifey’s family for a bit.
Let’s return to the cat for a moment. For a tiny little thing, she makes one hell of a mess. She will grab a mouthful of food then let most of it fall out of her mouth on to the floor while she chews. She throws her head around like it’s something still alive and she has to kill it. So know we have little kibbles all over the bathroom floor. She also tends to splash her water out on to the floor as well. I’m wondering if she thinks she’s a racoon and is washing her paws. She used to splash water into her food dish and let it sit there. Then she wouldn’t eat the mushy food. She doesn’t like any wet food, nor will she eat any tuna, shrimp or other seafood. She is a very weird cat.
Well, that’s all I have for now. Here’s a semi-related video. It’s about a dog, and it’s political. This is election season here in the USA. I will be so happy when all the ads stop! Thanks for reading!