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Beau Wann, Jr.
MY SECOND ATTEMPT AT POSTING.....round two storms are hitting us now. The first round this afternoon was very scary, (notice how that rhymes). 47 mph winds and an inch of rain. The rain we can handle, but the wind sounded like a freight train, on steroids, outside. Diane and the pups and cat were hunkered down in the center hallway because we were under a tornado warning. I kept watch and paced the floors from one door to another. I just hate storms. Diane and pups are now in the hallway for round two. Cant find Little Miss. She's probably under a bed, where I'd like to be.
Hey Scotty, nice printer, show me a little ink ! ! ! I'm on my umpty dozen printer, an hp. Mine usually just die of boredom because I never have anything to print, but I could should the occasion arise. My printer I believe was 39 dollars, so when I have to replace it, not much lost. I generally take all electronical equip that has died and has no sentimental value or any other value, out to my gun range and put it out of my misery with a round or two from whichever shootin arn I'm carrying.
Pat, sounds like you and family and friends have it all under control and figured out. I do hate flawr beds though. All it ever becomes is a science project for weeds and frogs and other creepy crawly thingies. Best two days of a flawr bed is the day it's complete and the day you plow it under and pour a concrete sidwalk.
None of the weather forcasters said anything about how bad these storms were going to be, so therefore, I just left all the furniture on the deck which somehow, miraculous as it seems, found it's way into the cement pond. Broke the last of the tile tables, a coffee table that had a piece of tile or stone about 2 foot by 3 foot and an inch thick. Yessiree bob, wind picked it up like it was a feather and just chunked it into the pool along with a couch and two matching swivel chairs. The wind also took the park bench and turned it over opposite the way the wind was blowing, or into the wind, figger that one out.
The two rocking chairs on the front porch are very heavy...not to a determined and evil wind they arent. It picked them up and slammed them down so hard that it knocked some of the white paint off I kid you not. White flecks of paint are all over the front porch. Then if that wasnt enough, it turned everything over on the back porch, golly gee mother nature's sure mad. And I complement her everyday on the lush greenery around here, the beautiful trees and all the red birds and blue birds and just everything. What the heck does that woman want, anyhow?
And here I thought armageddon was over with from the last storm. I had to don my scuba gear to get all the junk out of the pool. The table top was broken in 3 pieces. That's bettern the last tile table to end up in the pool, it was in a zillion pieces. Who in the dadburn hell keeps makin all this tile furniture and making me buy it?????? Hmmmmmm??????
I'm not having this anymore, I backed the old ford truck up to the gate, and chunked all the furniture into the bed, and drove it down to the bottom of the hill and chunked it in the creek. Sometimes my temper gets the best of me with inanimate objects that should STAY INANIMATE !!!!!!!
When I got back to the house, I was met with much astonishment and disbelief from my beloved. "Why did you do that?" she said "How are we going to get to use them now" another question from one not near as smart and gifted as I. "We dont get to use them now, as it is, either a dog is in them , or a storm is tossing them about the county and into the pool. They wont wear out from use, but from us hauling them in and hauling them out, hauling them in and hauling them out, and mother nature chunkin em all to hell and gone" says I. I'm really angry this time.
And I was right too, cause round 2 is bashing us now as I type. So there, I saved her the trouble of relocating and repurposing our deck furniture. Now the racoons and other wildlife can enjoy it a whole lot more than I ever did. Maybe when things calm down I'll take em all some peanuts and popcorn! ! ! Jeeece Loueece! !
you know, if it was me chunkin stuff in the pool, thats different, like the time I drove my John Deer mower into the last pool we had and swore never to get another one, pool or anything made by John Deer. Well, whaddaya expect from a scholar with a minus 4.0 gpa, rocket surgery?????? I dont think so ! ! !
Well one good thing, Little Miss is in my lap, of course the one bad thing is she's holding on with all 950 claws, and very tight I might add and sharp. Gotta take the good with the bad ah reckon!
Whenever we have these 10.0 on the ricter scale storms, I always put my wallet in my pocket so that when they recover my body, they can easily identify me. I wouldnt want them looking at my underwear thinking my name is Louis Vitton or Calvin Klein, or Speedo. "Hey Harley, I found a ol boy here named "Speedo", what a wierd guy, I wonder if he was fast, or just half fast"... or words to that defect.
I'm hungry ! ! ! The kind of activity one of these storms produce always makes me hungry. But I'm not going to eat, need to keep my svelt Greek God figure. Hmmmm, there is one piece of chicken left from Dianes Garden club meeting....maybe I'll just nibble on that for a while, no one will miss it. And someone even brought jalapeno cheese bread, the evil fiends. Resist, resist resist, oh if you insist, I'll just have a taste....omg it is wonderful.
Well, guess I'd better sing off, time to give Jack his meds, oh what a joy that's going to be. He is terrified of thunder and lightning and trying to get anything in his mouth is pert near impossible.
Keep the sun at your six, whilst wearing a mask and wash your hands Roger, and "ride boldly ride..."
Your frien and resident Pool Cleaner, Cephus R not weather proof esq
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