Hope those hoards of voracious flying insects are warming up in the green room because they must be about to descend on the east coast. Jumpin' Mary, hows about a quake, aftershocks, and Good Night Irene arriving in the same week? I miss my dog who died a few years ago, but she would be hiding under a coffee table afraid to take light nourishment after this recent climatic and geologic freak show.
So when the quake hit, I reacted calmly as is my custom and thought, well let's run into the bathroom. And as I was running in that direction, I thought, no fool, that's for tornadoes. Then I heard stuff starting to fall off of shelves and I said, abandon the damn ship, I ain't the captain(she wasn't home)and I bolted out the front door. There I could feel the fence, which I was hanging onto, and the driveway moving as I looked up at the side of my house waiting to watch it fall apart any second. After it stopped I went in to survey the damage and there was junk on the floor from the shelves and pictures tipped on the walls like you were in a Dali exhibit. Yet the only two permanent casualties were two golf trophies that were in pieces on the floor. They were both of golfers with a bad set up position anyway, so no real loss.
Anyway, I have seen a few locusts hanging around the exterior of my garage recently so I have got to prepare. I am trying to remember from my grade school days how my mom had stocked the fallout shelter. Oh yeah, off to the store for some Campbell's soup.
BBFN - Fanatticman
