We are living in dangerously weird times now.
Smart people just shrug and admit they’re dazed and confused.
The only ones left with any confidence at all are the New Dumb.
It is the beginning of the end of our world as we knew it.
Doom is the operative ethic. – Hunter S. Thompson
After a two-year absence, The Art Show starts today.
And there’s a tornado warning. Winds Exceed 60 miles per hour.
Looking for an off ramp.
Do we put on our helmets and cover ourselves up deep in the closet? Bathtub wouldn’t be comfy.
That’s what I was thinking when my wife – left hand seen above – was awakened by the phone.
Her ringer works, mine don’t.
Socialist state emergency system ALERT!!! to possible deadly tornado headed directly at our house.
As if old age, pandemic, possible WWIII and insurrectionist neighbors were not enough.
Dodged another bullet.
For the moment.
Nothing to do but take the dog for a walk.
Neither Ragnar nor I can survive happily without a workout.
And I remembered my big yellow umbrella like an old man who’s been drenched too many times in the past.
Oh, hey, I have been feeling a little better each day the last few days.
Such a thrill.
Felt like I was limping. Because it didn’t hurt too bad if I moved my left side just so.
Merely a couple few miles into a strong north wind.
The good news, nary a rain drop fell on us. Didn’t need the big yellow umbrella.
No visible tornado damage except a flag pole blown over, the Stars & Stripes hanging wet and limp in a magnolia tree. A few tree limbs and some displaced shingles.
Last week we had near-record temperatures in the mid- to upper-80s.
This morning’s official tornado warning now replaced by tonight’s not-yet-official freeze warning. Flowers can’t tell the difference in status. Fear the passing of many blossoms.
Speaking of God’s creatures, fragile and ever at risk….
Hernando County’s Covid death rate weekly increase = +1900%.
One poor soul last week, twenty more this week. Hopefully not an on-going trend.
Just keep telling myself, better than Mississippi. A helluva lot better than Kiev.
People ask me, all the time, why don’t you leave Florida?
Why haven’t I fled a region being destroyed by a crazed leader who only cares about future glory?
Tell you the truth.
As a tall black celebrity outsider, I don’t want to get to the border and find Governor DeSantis has planted vape cartridges in my luggage just to use me as a pawn for leverage against the world-wide woke-democracy coalition.
Conservative values, my ass.
