Tropical Storm Hanna
It's about 8:00 AM Saturday morning, and we're sitting smack dab under the middle of Tropical Storm Hanna (or for the weather geeks out there -- myself included -- the "center of circulation.") She's moving fast (or so the weather folks say), and should be mostly out of North Carolina by mid-afternoon. The beaches are getting the high winds, the folks west of I-95 (that would be us) are getting the lion's share of the rain. We've had about 4 inches since midnight, but the wind hasn't been bad so far. A LOT of flooding though. Fortunately, we're not near any creeks or rivers, so we're good. They're calling for up to 7 inches before God shuts off the water works.
The only problem I'm having this morning is the whole "dogs going potty" thing. The greyhounds (Andy & Gracie) ran outside and peed (yea!). Lucy (our Jack Russell) just ran outside and stood on the deck. I'd have been fine with her peeing on the deck, but the look she gave me said that wasn't gonna happen. No one wanted to go outside and poop after breakfast. Needless to say, I keeping an eye on the rain (and the dogs), and whenever it lets up, I'll try again to get the pack outside. They still look at me like I'm nuts.
Oh, a funny thing happened. And yes, I'll admit to it. It's raining so hard that even the cicadas don't want to be out in it. A cicada is a bug. It's about two inches long, and looks like cross between a fat cockroach and a beetle -- with wings and bulgy eyeballs. There was one snuggled up to the door on the deck. (I didn't know this yet.) I opened the back door, shooed the dogs out on the deck, dashed outside with them (they're not going out there if I won't), and I quickly closed the door. Well . . . apparently the door touched the cicada in some way and annoyed it greatly. (Oh, and did I tell you these things are famous for their noise?) The black, monster bug screamed and flew right at my face. I jumped and screamed, and immediately opened the door and yelled in the house: "It's okay, just a cicada!" because I knew Derek was gonna come running to see what the scream was about. He turned around and went back to bed. All of this had the undesired effect of upsetting Gracie the Greyhound so much that she only ate half of her breakfast. But considering that she refuses to go outside and poop, this is probably a good thing.
Gonna go get coffee now and start writing,
Lisa
The only problem I'm having this morning is the whole "dogs going potty" thing. The greyhounds (Andy & Gracie) ran outside and peed (yea!). Lucy (our Jack Russell) just ran outside and stood on the deck. I'd have been fine with her peeing on the deck, but the look she gave me said that wasn't gonna happen. No one wanted to go outside and poop after breakfast. Needless to say, I keeping an eye on the rain (and the dogs), and whenever it lets up, I'll try again to get the pack outside. They still look at me like I'm nuts.
Oh, a funny thing happened. And yes, I'll admit to it. It's raining so hard that even the cicadas don't want to be out in it. A cicada is a bug. It's about two inches long, and looks like cross between a fat cockroach and a beetle -- with wings and bulgy eyeballs. There was one snuggled up to the door on the deck. (I didn't know this yet.) I opened the back door, shooed the dogs out on the deck, dashed outside with them (they're not going out there if I won't), and I quickly closed the door. Well . . . apparently the door touched the cicada in some way and annoyed it greatly. (Oh, and did I tell you these things are famous for their noise?) The black, monster bug screamed and flew right at my face. I jumped and screamed, and immediately opened the door and yelled in the house: "It's okay, just a cicada!" because I knew Derek was gonna come running to see what the scream was about. He turned around and went back to bed. All of this had the undesired effect of upsetting Gracie the Greyhound so much that she only ate half of her breakfast. But considering that she refuses to go outside and poop, this is probably a good thing.
Gonna go get coffee now and start writing,
Lisa
posted by Lisa Shearin at
8:08 AM
4 Comments:
We danced the same dance with Fay last week. However, Fay was a sloooow moooover and lingered over us for days. It was agonizing. I actually wrote a "review" of Fay on my blog, which was just silly.
The sun is out now, and things are starting to dry out. We've had really bad drought conditions here for most of the year, so the 5 inches of rain that we got this morning was the "drought buster" we've been waiting for.
So glad to hear everything's okay and that the sun's out. Poor doggies, though. :( I don't blame them for staying out of the rain.
It rained all day Friday and Saturday here, too. So it was great to see the sun again. :)
Oh, and Lisa, I read ARMED & MAGICAL over the weekend. Wow. I LOVED it!
Hi Yolanda,
I'm so glad you loved Armed & Magical!
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