On 18 September 1970, we lost a legend. RIP Jimi…
On 18 September 1970, we lost a legend. RIP Jimi…
I have nothing to say today other than we finally had power restored last night, one week after Hurricane Irma hit.
So I figured I’d post a video for the way I’m feeling.. although I’m way past 45…
There was a time when big corporations paid attention to their Twitter accounts. Some years ago I found a bag of rather old Fritos stuffed away behind some stuff in the pantry. I randomly tweeted that “I hope they wouldn’t kill me.” Within minutes I had a response from Frito Lay on how to replace the bag at no cost to me. Despite the fact that they were well beyond their expiration date. They didn’t care. They wanted to help.
Another time I asked on Twitter how to remove White Out from a pair of pants. The “Goo-Gone” folks replied that their product would do it. Sadly it didn’t, but at least they reached out.
But things have changed. In recent time Wifey® and I have reached to AT&T (see here), we have tried not only on this blog, but Twitter and Facebook without a single damn response. And now in the aftermath of Hurricane Irma, I cannot get our utility company (Florida Power & Light) to answer me. I have sleep apena, as such I need a CPAP machine to help me breathe at night. Couple that with my asthma/emphysema, the possibility of my stopping breathing in my sleep is greatly increased. Not to mention how hard it is to get up when the alarm goes off, provided of course that I’m not already up doing nothing but trying to get my head around me and breathe.
So what was once a great way to reach out to someone in a large corporation has turned to shit. They don’t care. Helping people in need does nothing for their bottom line, so they turn a blind eye and ear.
I feel very let down by this turn of events. I didn’t spend 20 years of my life defending this country in the military to be treated like this. Not that my congressman cares either. His office staff has been AWOL for a week or more.
So all-in-all, I say “fuck it”. I’m gonna drink my craftbeer as long as I have gas for my generator to keep the fridges running and money to buy it.
For those of you not in the paths of Hurricane Harvey or Irma, peace to you. Be thankful of what you have. For those that, like I, have been affected by either storm, best of luck. I’m ready to call it quits.
Just how hard is it to emmigrate to Scotland anyway?
The above picture is the door to the local office of Congressman Ron DeSantis (R- FL) here in the Port Orange city hall. It has been dark and locked for a very long time. The last I remember seeing any of the staff was more than a week ago. I understand they were off Monday September 4th for Labor Day (so was I). I vaguely remembering someone being there for half a day either Tuesday the 5th or Wednesday the 6th. But I haven’t seen hide nor hair of them since.
Maybe they evacuated for the hurricane, or sustained major damage, I don’t know. But why isn’t there a sign on the door stating why they aren’t there and how to contact someone if help is needed? Even if they can’t get in to post the sign they could reach out to our city manager’s office and we’d place the sign for them.
I ask, is this any way to run a government? I have had to advise two folks today that they have not been around for a week or so. I can’t really place blame on Rep. DeSantis, but is this how his office treats his constituents?
Sadly, I voted for Rep. DeSantis in November since he is supposedly strong in veteran’s affairs, and I am a veteran. I now regret that vote (the only Republican vote I cast too). And not for this, as there may be extenuating circumstances I am not aware of. After all one can’t expect our elected representatives in DC to come running home for every little thing (even though the hurricane was a little bit more than a “little thing”), it’s his staff that’s AWOL.
I’ve worked 9 straight days now. My house still has minor damage, my yard is still littered with debris (although Wifey® has done more than her share in cleaning up stuff while her offfice was closed) and we still have no power. I see no reason, barring life threatening injuries, that the office should not be open. As a public servant, the office is there to support and help the public. Or at the very least, a posting with alternative contact information.
You would think a veteran would know this. I say vote him out and let’s put someone who cares about the local people in his place.
Our local power company, FP&L expects to have the power back on NLT 2345 hrs, 17 September (that’s 11:45 PM, Sunday September 17 for those non-military types). That’s 5 days away.. Please send gasoline for the generator and craftbeer to keep me sane….
I can shower with only the light from a flashlight, or even in the dark, but I’m not going to shave in those conditions. Not to mention that “No power = No CPAP = No sleep”. My co-workers are going to hate me.
Here’s a video to enjoy.
And Florida has once again survived yet another “killer” hurricane. Hurricane Irma was a storm you only see every 500 years, but it came just days after Hurricane Harvey which was a storm you only see every 500 years. So either something has gone terribly bad with the space-time-continuum, or Mother Earth is really pissed at us humans right now.
Watching the weather reports as I sat at the Port Orange EOC (Emergency Operations Center), I saw the devastation that the Caribbean Islands received. Having cruised to some of those islands, I was heart-broken to see the damage. South Florida, where I grew up was hit very hard. Lots of flooding. My older brother and I were texting back and forth (he’s in the Atlanta area now) about past hurricanes. We lived about 10 – 15 miles from the coast in Miami when Donna hit in 1960. I wasn’t even two yet, so I don’t remember it. He told me we had about 3 – 4 of water in the yard from storm surge. That’s pretty bad.
Since I’ve retired from the Army and moved back to Florida, we’ve had a fair number of Tropical Storms and Hurricanes. In 2004 we had three in rapid succession. Charlie did a great deal of damage to the Daytona Beach area. I remember driving with my younger son (older son was out with his National Guard unit doing hurricane recovery) trying to find a chain saw. A neighbor’s tree fell into our yard taking out our power lines and blocking the door of the shed. Which, of course was where my chain saw was. So we needed to buy a chain saw to get to our chain saw. Nobody had a chainsaw to sell, but we did pick up a nice 5Kw generator that we use to this day. Which was good, since we were without power for ten days.
The next storm was Frances, but she wasn’t too bad. But the third storm, Jeanne seem to sit on top of us for days, just dumping water. Our street was flooded, but it didn’t reach the house so all was OK.
Last year we had Hurricane Matthew. Since Matthew went straight up the east coast of Florida without really making any landfall in our area, there was a lot of wind and rain, but not too bad as we were on the west side of the storm. I spent one night in the EOC working to keep the IT infrastructure running. Then went home and cleaned the yard of all the oak tree debris.
This year was Irma. She couldn’t make up her mind where she wanted to go. She was going to follow Matthew’s course and go up the east coast between Florida and the Bahamas. Then she started shifting more west. At one time she was going to go straight up the middle of the state, basically targeting Disney World, and head towards Tennessee where my granddaughters evacuated to. Next morning, she was going up the west coast, leaving Daytona out of harms way. Finally she made landfall in the Big Marco Island area of the west coast, looking like she was going to ride the coast line. Nope, turned easterly and headed back to Disney. Maybe she doesn’t like the rat (Mickey Mouse) anymore that I do.
So my brother and I are texting back and forth, while I’m in the EOC, he’s in Atlanta, his wife and mother-in-law are just outside of Orlando and it looks like they’re going to take a direct hit. The only good thing is that Irma is now “only” a category 2 storm. Not the major category 4 it was at first landfall. But now the track also takes it straight to Atlanta! And since it’s moved more easterly, Daytona is gonna get hid hard again. We just couldn’t avoid this storm no matter where we were.
But, since I lived to tell the tale, all is well. I did my three shifts in the EOC, the house survived with only minor damage, lots of debris in the yard, and the apparent loss of our papaya tree.
And while I was doing my work at the EOC, Wifey® put on her Wonder Woman outfit and went to work. She not only cleaned up the major debris from our yard, she did it for the elderly lady next door who is the process of moving out and selling the house. Pretty big pile she made too.
She says that there’s one branch she can’t move by herself. But all in all, she did wonderfully. I absolutely love how she’s not afraid to jump in and get stuff done when it needs to be done. Thanks babe! Love ya!
Now we wait for FP&L to get our power back on. It usually takes days for us, I don’t know why. Maybe it’s property value. Take care of the guys in the higher tax brackets before fixing the peons.
But what do I know?
Hope you all made it through the storms OK.
(Or How We Spent Our Labor Day Weekend)
If you read my Home Repair as Therapy post, you have the beginning of the story. This weekend Wifey® and I put down the flooring. I estimate we put down about 1000 square feet in all. We did two rooms and the hallway over the three days. Plus I took the Friday before off to finish up the prep work for the first room and take the all the carpet and tack we pulled up to the dump. It was a lot of work, but it was a smart decision to do it on Friday.
The adhesive we put down was a very bright blue. I asked my granddaughters if they could guess how many Smurfs I had to squeeze to get that much Smurf Juice. The 8-year-old replied, “Papa how could you squeeze a Smurf? They’re not real. They’re fictional!” Smart kid she is…
Saturday morning Wifey® was not doing well. She had some kind of stomach bug going and had been up on and off since 3AM. Never the less she was right there with me laying out the flooring in the living room. It took us about four hours to do the room, about 370 square feet. The hardest part was the cutting, I think I went through 15 blades in my razor. So I spent most of Saturday on my hands and knees cutting and placing the flooring.
Having already had surgery on my left wrist it was very uncomfortable. And even with knee pads, my knees were quite sore. After the floor was in, we moved the furniture from the dining room into the living room, where Wifey® showed off her Tetris skills.
We were most pleasantly surprised when Wifey’s® brother stopped by and invited out to dinner, his treat. There was no way either of us had the energy or the will power to cook that evening. So son #2 prepped the living room floor for us and off to dinner we all went.
Sunday morning found us quite stiff and sore, but in better condition than expected. I made us a nice breakfast of sausage gravy and biscuits, which we enjoyed thoroughly, so we got started a little later.
Wifey® was feeling much better, so all I really had to do was the cutting. She did most of the actual placing of the flooring. Again about four hours to lay in the floor for the dining room, about 350 square feet. Son #1 came by after work and helped us move all the furniture back to at least close to their intended locations. We had planned a cookout for Sunday (beer can chickens, YUM!), which son #2 cooked perfectly. So we stopped around 4PM leaving only the hallway left for Monday.
So Monday rolls around. And if we thought we were achy and sore on Sunday, this was worse. Without a doubt this was the worst leg workout I’ve ever done. But all we had left to do was the hallway. Should be quick and easy we said. It’s the smallest area, so it shouldn’t take long. We’ll be done and time for a relaxing dinner and some TV.
Nope! We didn’t take into account all the cutting around all the bedroom, bathroom, A/C and linen closets. We made sure to eat a good breakfast on Monday (more of the wonderful biscuits and gravy, I even added two fried eggs on top of mine). It was close to 7:30PM by the time we finished up. Since we had to trim pieced on both sides of the hallway, it really was the hardest part of the entire weekend. But it really looks good. And we can say “We did it ourselves”.
There is still much work to be done. All four bedrooms still to be done. Then painting (inside and out) and putting the quarter round molding down. And the kitchen floor tile needs to be replaced. (No pictures of that mess). Not to mention all the stuff that’s been piled in places that it doesn’t belong (like the china and glassware) needs to go back.
Which brings me to Wonder Woman. When I was growing up I wanted to be a pro baseball player. My dad took a baseball drilled a hole through it and then threaded a rope through the hole and secured it. Someone could then swing the ball around while another person could take swings at it to practice hitting. Since I came along quite late in my parents lives and my dad had bad emphysema (smoking kills), he was not really able to practice with me. My mother refused to. She would say “I use my hands to make a living, I can’t hurt them like that”. She was a bookkeeper/secretary. Meanwhile, Wifey® spent the entire three-day weekend doing manual labor. She too is a secretary. yet she loves to get in there and work with her hands. She cut several small pieces of tile (but at 4′ 9″ she just doesn’t have the upper body strength to do a lot of the cutting). Hell, I was damn near wiped out at every quitting time, and my hands are still very still from holding the razor while holding the flooring piece in place so it wouldn’t move and I could get a nice straight cut.
Not only did she work while sick on Saturday,as well as the rest of the weekend, she also managed to get the laundry done AND all the dishes all weekend long. Now that is a definition of Wonder Woman. Love ya Babe!
All in all, it’s looks damn good for a legal secretary and a computer geek!
I have just come from two doctors appointments today. The first was with my primary care physician (actually her Nurse Practitioner) to find why after more than 18 months of dieting and exercise (including the cutting out of all alcohol, watching my carb intake, both Paleo & Keto plans) I have continually gained weight, without adding any noticeable muscle mass. In my Army career (and honestly my entire life) upper body strength has always been lacking. Push-ups, pull-ups and such were so tough I usually only made the minimum to pass. Sit-ups weren’t so tough, but still not easy. And I won’t even go into the 2 mile run.
This afternoon I meet with my respiratory doctor. I know have an official diagnoses of COPD/Emphysema and now need a nebulizer four times a day, along with 2 daily inhalers and a rescue inhaler. I’m turning into my dad. He had emphysema and used a nebulizer for years. But he smoked 2 – 3 packs of cigarettes a day for many years. I have smoked maybe 10 cigarettes in my life. I would say it’s not fair, but then no one ever said life would be fair. How I came to have the lungs of a 2 pack a day 20 year smoker is beyond faith.
Let’s talk about my mind/brain. I’m bi-polar type 2. Have been all my life. There is a good possibility that all of these conditions can be blamed on the fact that my mother smoked and drank while she was pregnant with me. Not that I blame her. In 1958 it was par for the course, doctors didn’t know any better. so nothing was said.
So who can be blamed? Some might say, the sins of the fathers have been passed down. I don’t believe that, since I don’t exactly belive in the Christian God. At honestly, at times like this my belief drives me further away from a “true and just God”.
While I admit I never was one to “treat me body like a temple”, the military made sure I was in the best shape I could be. I know my body has broken down over the years, I’m 58 now, not the 17-year-old kid who first enlisted. But dammit, I’m still too young for this shit!
I want to see my granddaughters graduate high school. Maybe get married and give me great grand children. Now I’m not sure I’ll make it to retirement. Wifey® and I want to buy an RV and travel the country. For all I know, I’ll never leave this house again.ZXZZZX
I go see my psych doc near the end of the month. I want to talk cannabis oil with him. It has to be oil, since my lungs are so fucked up I can’t smoke a joint. I’m hoping it will alleviate some of the bi-polar problems so I can deal with these other issues with a “sane” mind.
But for those that hold to the maxim that “God won’t give you more than you can handle” I say bullshit. It’s not in the Bible. I’ve looked, Wifey® has looked, and my seminary friends have confirmed this fact. And I have to ask why was I born broken? What sin did someone in my family do that caused me to be the scapegoat? It couldn’t possibly be for the Messiah to prove his claim.
I am ready for it to end. I am not contemplating suicide, so don’t go calling anyone. But I wish it was over. And as I’ve said before, it would have better if I had never been born. As my sons like to say “No good can come of this”. I truly hope that when I die my conscience doesn’t go somewhere, that I just get reabsorbed to the universe and hopefully stay there. maybe become the “star-dust” of another spirit, maybe on another plane of existence. But not to come back to this hell on earth.
I never wanted this to become a “whiny” blog, so I’ll stop here. But I will say again. There is no “True and Just God”. Someone prove me wrong.
Meanwhile, I’ll keep looking for sign from Brigid, maybe she’ll bring me peace.
(With apologies to Three Dog Night)
Last night I had a great idea for a post. But after about two minutes of writing it had already turned into something I couldn’t control. It was nowhere near what had intended. Not only had the train become derailed, it crashed and burned. There were no survivors. But since I have completely forgotten where my post was headed (much less where it came from), I deleted it. So now, after a very busy morning at work, all I have left is the video that was supposed to tie in with the original title.
So here it is, “I’ve Never Been To Spain” by Three Dog Night…
Now I bet you’re wondering just what the hell was I going to post to tie into this song???
Just three “Today in History” things I’ve picked from my Twitter feed (@beachdaze) today.
Gene Wilder passed away one year ago. Most you, of course will always remember him as “Willy Wonka”, but believe it or not I have never watched that movie (either version with Gene or Johnny Depp). For me, one of my favorite movies of his is “Blazing Saddles” as “Jim” the gunslinger.
But my favorite has to be “Young Frankenstein” where he has the title role of Dr. Frederick Frankenstein. Not surprisingly, both are Mel Brooks movies. Seen here with the great Peter Boyle as “The Monster”.
Also today would have been The King of Pop, Michael Jackson’s 59th birthday. I couldn’t decide which was my favorite video of his, but in the end I went with “Man In The Mirror”. Just due to its message. It’s not as flashy as some of his other big videos like “Thriller” or “Beat It”, but it has a better message.
And finally, Netflix premiered 20 years ago today. Twenty years of people binge watching entire seasons in a single sitting. I think all I’ve seen on it was the BBC’s “Sherlock”. TV is not my “thing”…
P.S. I almost forgot this gem: