Yup, SU and I made like the Clampitts to Beverly Hills! Can’t tell you where I’m staying because it is top secret, but if you know what SU does for a living, you can guess. The beast, with my supersized UT decal on the back (courtesy of # 2) is loaded down with 6 barrels – 2 water (treated with info from survivalists on the internet), 1 with 35 gallons of diesel for whatever reason, 3 with pictures, clothes and a few things we just couldn’t live without.
This has been a very, very strange week. The emotions have been more erratic than the path of this hurricane. As in all over the map. I think most of my emotions were drained on Tuesday night. Last night, I just worked putting up plywood and getting stuff ready to move. It was actually a good thing to just let the mind focus on doing something rather than worrying about what could happen. Oh, but so sore today! Man, climbing on roofs is not my most favorite thing to do.
The latest models show the storm moving a little east of us, which, if it happens, will probably spare the house. Funny though, doing all this work has made me realize how out of control I’ve been regarding cleanliness and keeping up the house. While I was on the roof, I found a couple of boards on the chimney that need to be replaced and two small places under the eaves that need to be repaired. And the garage is just a disaster, something I’ve known but failed to address. Well, when I make it back, I’m going to address that. Why in the world do I keep stuff that I haven’t seen since we moved in? Just a breeding ground for rodents.
Anyways, we’re safe and sound and, most important, together. Late.