I Just Can't Walk Away

I know it's killing you to know what damage, if any, was done by the ADHD storm. Well, yesterday afternoon the street flooded. I am not making this up. And the power flickered just as I was passing out. And... it got windy to the point I thought my cracked window would explode. I didn't go to work, but I felt a bit guilty about this since, you know, no tree branches fell to earth, the world didn't end... That sort of thing. But neither parental would drive, and truthfully, if I were legally able to drive, I wouldn't have driven it either. Bridges terrify me on the best of days, so add blinding rain and wind and well, I stay home.

Yes. I'm afraid of heights. Which used to amuse the hell out of a guy I knew. "But you're like, six feet tall." Says the shrimp. And I'm not, but yeah, it was funny and still amuses me. Bridges are evil.

Still have work tonight, though, and as soon as my back stops feeling like someone kicked me repeatedly, I'll be fine.

One of these days I'm going to work up a budget. And then, then I'll keep to it. Really. I will. It's sad that I save more money when I'm blowing a chunk of it on dolls than when I have free reign, but it's also true.

Currently on deck, book wise, is The Circle of Blood, which is sort of like Kay Scarpetta as a kid mixed with... I dunno, yet. Sadly, I didn't realize this was book three [I think?] in a series, but it hasn't completely lost me yet. Nor has it completely hooked me, either.

So, the rest of you people getting a visit from Hanna? Enjoy.

Today is going to be a very, very long day. Due to Hanna, there's no school for Widget. If I'm really, really lucky, Hanna will come close enough to force the bridges to close and stay closed so that I can tell work that dude, I ain't swimming there... in a tropical storm/hurricane, depending on whether she powers up before skirting up the coast or potentially hitting us. So, if you love me, and even if you think we'd be better off as friends, hope for bridges to be shut down BEFORE 10pm, and stay that way until much, much later. Kay? I'll make you yummy things. Or buy them, depending on my culinary skills.

I finished the newest Laura Childs Charleston mystery. She still seems to believe that one can run around the Battery in the wee morning hours, or that going around downtown at night, alone, is a good idea. I'm not sure if I'm more upset that she didn't screw up more, or what. Though she also believes that anything outdoors during August would not have more than half the attendees melting. And being eaten by mosquitoes. And despite the tendency to use words I really, truly do not believe anyone Theo's or Haley's age would use [Drayton is given a free pass]... I can say I mostly liked it. I figured out who our culprit was well before I accidentally saw the answer yesterday, but the explination still didn't seem all that good. I expect more in the fallout of an alligator attack, damn it. I truly do.

This means I must find another book to read. Probably not so difficult considering the mini stack from BAM as well as my library needs.

Anyway, if I disappear this weekend, it's because the storm might kill power. It might also do nothing.

All I need is for the winds to cause the bridges to close.

Please?

Could someone tell me why the name Hanna, without that extra "h" bugs me? Is it simply because it's the name of the current tropical ugly slated for possible landfall near me? Would I loathe it for that very reason, and because this town's history with H hurricanes isn't exactly good? Bah. I hope it doesn't hit. Namely because while I felt the other house could withstand just about anything, I'm not so sure about this one. Also, I really wish someone had shuffled the Widge back upstairs yesterday so that he missed all the hurricane prep talk because he won't shut up about it. I know it's scary for him, as I remember being more than a little freaked by the thought of Hugo back in the day, but it's exhausting having to try and correct his insane notions.

On the plus side, Dad finally [mostly] put to rest my fears of the oak trees in the backyard falling and crushing us like bugs. He had me right up until he started to mention that they wouldn't flatten the house just, uh... and then he trailed off. Why? Because he realized he was going to say they'd fucking crush my room. So. Now I have to ponder how to box up the Pullip Army and the special other stuff, and how to avoid looking completely insane when I bring all that with me.


Siiiiiiiigh. No hurricanes, please? I've been trying very hard this year not to mock people who whinge when they live in extremely horrible hurricane prone areas. [Except for parts of Florida. If I hear any of them complaining, I will smack someone down. But I haven't been listening, so if they have, I didn't hear, and thus my evil thoughts haven't been unleashed!]

Now. Let's discuss Gossip Girl. ( Summer, kind of wonderful )

I need pictures of Serena. So pretty! Usually I think they've piled six feet of makeup on poor Blake, but either it's been so long that I'm willing to overlook it, or they cut way back... or learned to do it better? Whatever. Lovely. Gotta say that the previews for next week did nothing for me.