Well, it wasn’t exactly a jiggity jog home after a trip to the market, nor was it the things that nursery rhymes are made of, but we made it through one more storm and are none the worse for the wear.
Continue reading →. . . and he’s not receiving a warm welcome. As my friend and fellow blogger, Shoreacres mentioned to me in an email, we are hoping this is not the “Ghost of Isaac”, the storm that flattened everything on Galveston Island, TX so many years ago. But let’s not be thinking that way.
Continue reading →Makes me think of the Wizard of Oz. Only Dorothy didn’t have a storm warning, she wasn’t told to get out, and no agency offered her emergency grant money to make her journey to Oz and to buy apples along the way. But wait. Dorothy was only dreaming, after all.
Continue reading →I got a phone call from Capt. Bill checking to see how we were doing. I was having a lazy morning and had not even watched any Houma TV. He had and told me what he saw.
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