We watched a special entitled "Minute by Minute." The event that was limned in excruciating detail was the landfall of hurricane Andrew. I should not, should not have watched. It was like having a flashback.
I got angry all over again at the delay, numbered in days, before our (then) governor asked for National Guard assistance. I remembered going to the bank and having to pass a National Guard checkpoint by showing a DL to prove we lived in the area. I was grateful for the armed, alert, courteous, young man who protected us.
It is a commonplace act to visit a bank. Back then, it felt like a first step toward normalcy.
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Um, who ARE these people? And why do they assume... well, never mind. As for Andrew - I recall the trees down and all the havoc and some guy in a beige station wagon wanting to take a movie of the house across the road from us because it looked like 'cane devastation. It wasn't. It was damaged by former tenants. He spoke to us, got the 411 on the house and still offered us a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Nice guy!
My memories of hurricane Andrew consist mainly of being glad we were alive after the pine tree feel on the roof of house and rolled on top of the boat. Another tree fell across the roof and stayed while a few of the branches become statues as you walked into the bedroom. I discovered glass was broken on the floor as while running down the hallway in the dark to make sure the boys were OK. Ranger, my Dad and brother arrived that same day to help us clear the off the roof and a path to the front door. Thank you. Next, after our new schedule became settled, I remember walking on crutches while searching for ice with my foot bandaged. M. had to work everyday which felt difficult at that moment; but, he was helping people who were worse off than we were by reconnecting their telephones so they could let loved ones know they were fine. I also remember my Dad arriving at my door with bags of us for which we were so grateful. Electricity was a long two-week process that tested everyone's patience. Ice didn't seem to last long and we dreaded when it would melt away. We spent most evenings looking at the stars wishing heavy winds would arrive to cool us down. Cold water started to feel normal and the radio become a source of entertainment.
No power = $0
Cold Showers = $0
Eating on a Camping Stove = $cheap$
Seeing your mother's face as she realizes you and your father are standing on the outdoor front porch watching a Cat. 5 hurricane.
Priceless. :)
Oh Zeta. Now you know you would run over broken glass to get to the kids. Cold showers did start to feel normal but we still didn't enjoy them!
0l doc, I don't know and since I can not understand the content, it went bye-bye!
Susan, I went outside onto our north-facing porch. The strongest wind was from the southwest. The side of a metal shed sailed across the yard between our mailbox post and me. Uh-oh.
Hurricane lesson, priceless, too.
Um - I input the message into a translation website and it came out as Portuegese and was about finding you thru Google and it is interesting and pass by their blog - then something about personalized undershirts and a sample and then I lost the meaning in a jumble of disconnected words. I decided to pass entirely.
Funny, I wonder what one would Google to arrive here? Especially in Portuguese! I never thought to try, even in English. Nor to use a translator. Did you copy and paste?
It does illustrate one reason for a using a blog-handle, no?
I tried cut-n-paste but wound up typing their message in the search window on the translation site. Minus punctuation, of course. It wasn't a perfect translation but close enough I could figure out what they were aiming for. I'm thinking, since this is your 2nd hit from Espanol Espeakers, there's some sort of webot that can find a Blog and insert the sender's message. Blog handles are needed, as well as initials and as little info as possible included on a personal level that could be figured out by lurking - - - lurkers.
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