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Weathering The Storm

Weathering The Storm

Once again we are awaiting a storm to descend upon us – Hurricane Michael. We’ve stocked up on water, and canned goods, batteries for our flashlights and gas in our vehicles. We’ve stashed some cash and charged up all our electronics. And now we wait…

We’ve been keeping watch since Sunday morning and decided to stock up on a few things Monday afternoon – about twenty-four hours too late to purchase the good stuff. Instead of packets of tuna and salmon and boxes of crackers, we ended up with Spam and Beanee Weenee’s and potatoes chips.

You would think we would have learned to shop earlier by now. The shelves were rapidly becoming bare.

We had to go to three stores to find bottled water. People were out in droves pulling cases of water off the shelves and loading their shopping carts. They get crazy about water at times like this, even though the only water they usually drink is when the ice melts in their drink!

I try not to get too worked up over these storm warnings. I told H it is probably because I have no young children around I have to tend to in case of a crisis, such as loosing power. Children don’t fare too well without their tv in times like this. Card games and board games are a thing of the past. They need their electronic fix 24/7. I’m happy with a book and a flashlight.

I was talking to a friend of mine on text earlier who evacuated because she was closer to the projected path than we were. She said to excuse her typos because she was typing fast and furious this morning to concerned friends and family. We were amazed at how many acquaintances come out of the woodwork when they think you are in danger.

To be honest, I appreciate all the calls and messages and thoughts and prayers for our safety. As much as I badmouth Facebook, it does come in handy at a time like this – as long as I have power and my phone is charged. See – I’m addicted to my electronics too!

It’s been raining here since midnight last night and we’ve gotten some strong gusts but the majority of the storm, they say is the worst one to hit the Florida Panhandle, is to the east of us.

It seems we’ve dodged the bullet again. Michael made landfall about 1.5 hours to the east of us and is continuing to wreak havoc, but in our part of the world, it’s just another storm.

Anyone need any Beanee Weenee’s or Spam?

~Elle

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Marching Bands In Competition

Marching Bands In Competition

It’s been a long while since we had to get up early to go to a marching festival. Heck, it’s been a long while since we actually had to set an alarm! But H is an adjudicator for a marching festival today so we are on the road again.

I had to pay to get in. Gone are the times I could walk in as a chaperone, slipping through the gate, sporting the bands logo. I don’t mind though. Those band parents work hard for money to support their school’s music program.

I’ve forgotten how hot it can be at marching festivals. My memory is clearing. There is no breeze what-so-ever. Of course it can be cold too. I can remember the times we had to have hand warmers in our pockets to keep from freezing and hot coffee and hot chocolate could be purchased at the concession.

The restrooms – or lack of in this case – were disappointing. There were three stalls of which one was not in working order, no ventilation, not even a small window, and no mirror. The latter was not a problem. At this point I didn’t really want to see what I looked like, and any lipstick applied would melt off quickly in this heat. Sharing these facilities with seventeen marching bands and spectators was not pleasant.

Smallest band on the field – 14 members

Largest band on the field – 300+ members

When Amie was in band and Jessie was little I would bring a supply of coloring books, crayons, and pencils to keep her entertained. She was happy as a clam sitting under my legs on those nasty cement bleachers doing artwork and eating popcorn.

Fried Oreo’s must have been the featured sweet of the day because they were constantly plugging them. I don’t know about you, but Oreo’s fried in hot grease does not sound appetizing.

Fried Oreos Not my cup of tea!

After the long hot day, and a two hour drive home, I’ve come to the conclusion that watching marching bands compete is not nearly exciting as when you have one of your own in the ranks…

~Elle

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