Yes, I know it isn’t Tuesday. Fuck it. My week’s screwed up because of storm. So, I chose something light and funny.
My brother’s place came through just fine. We didn’t even lose power. My house came through intact. Lost the fences, some branches and a gutter. Power was still going strong.
Now comes the fun of moving back. The cats in particular are going to be fun – especially now that they know what the crates are for. And then there’s setting back up my office.
Overall, my family came off much better than a lot of folks in the state.
Due to the storm moving to come up right into Hillsborough, I relocated to my brother’s place, which is further inland.
I feel better not facing the storm alone. A near miss I can deal with and have dealt with. This storm is something else.
The cats did not like the trip over. Bucky, my big cat, rarely speaks. He cried out the entire twenty minute trip. Between that and not having eaten, I was emotionally wrecked.
It’s odd leaving your home of almost fifteen years and wondering if it will be there on Monday.
Best guess is we’ll lose power sometime tomorrow evening. Yay for Chen lights, flashlights, portable chargers, and lots of batteries.
The storm shutters have been located from where my ex-roommate hid them. Unfortunately, there’s a bunch of heavy stuff on top and they’re up in a high place. Fortunately, my adopted brother is going to come over and help me out.
We cleaned all the various knickknacks and plants and things from the outside of my mom’s place. I was thinking very bad thoughts about my sister-in-law, since most of the stuff was from her nesting.
Last minute food items were acquired. This included copious amounts of Coke Zero and a bag of Kit Kats. Those will be useful for Sunday night, because I really don’t expect to sleep.
My brother’s belief that in my house you are never more than 18 inches from a knife was reinforced. Really, it was just a little pen knife that I keep in the entertainment center for package opening.
My battery powered fan didn’t come in, which is annoying, but understandable. Fortunately, the big seven gallon jerrycans did show up late last night. Those will help reinforce my brothers’ supplies.
It’s the unknown that’s really causing me issues. I just have to remember that by Monday night/Tuesday morning, I’ll have my known problems and can deal with them.
My preps are decent. As good as budget allowed.
Worried about the wind because I don’t have any real storm shutters.
There’s this little tiny part of my mind – I get it from my grandmother- that is screaming in terror about this monster bearing down on the state. I’m trying not to pay attention to it because: a) it’s not helping me prepare, b) there are people who are looking to me for guidance (as if that ain’t scary all on its own), and c) being frightened is just draining.
This is more confessional than anything else. Hopefully, I’ll look back on this post in a week or a year and think “It wasn’t as bad as I feared.”
Now to gird up the loins, and go put on the brave face.
Reason magazine is reporting on a copy of remarks Secretary of Education Betsy DeVos is going to give about the infamous “Dear Colleague” letter that sent college campuses on rape witch hunts.http://reason.com/blog/2017/09/07/betsy-devos-rape-ocr-title-ix-campus
Here’s my issue: Why are college administrators conducting trials on rape allegations? There is no jurisdiction in these United States where rape is not a felony. Guess what? We already have a system for investigating and trying felonies. It’s called the criminal judicial system.
Rape is an ugly crime. It’s also a messy one when it’s between friends/acquaintances, not to mention when alcohol is thrown into the mix. The presumption of innocence and the confrontational nature of trials means that real rapists are not brought to justice. That does not mean you hand it over to kangaroo courts with ridiculously low burdens of proof and rules that would bring a raised eyebrow to a dictator.
This storm has me more worried than I have about a tropical in quite a while. Of course, it’s been a bit insane around the homefront. Stores running out of supplies, gas stations out of gas, and people are going insane. I’ve been letting my prepper side run a bit wild.
If you’ve followed my Metal Tuesday series, you should know I have a fondness for covers. Particularly taking a non-metal song and turning it into a metal one. This one is not only a metal cover of a non-metal song, but a cover of the theme song to one of my favorite childhood films.
From Real Clear Education comes this little gem on how accreditation is one of those things that are jacking up the cost of education, and is rife with corruption.http://www.realcleareducation.com/articles/2017/08/31/higher_education_is_rigged_against_students_110196.html
The real kicker for me was that the total owed on student loans was $1.4 trillion – and that’s double what was owed in 2009, just eight years ago.
Exactly why are we, as a nation, willing to shackle our students to piles of debt that will limit their disposable income for decades.
Yes, the students signed up for the loans, but it is we – through our government- that made those loans non-dischargeable in bankruptcy.
“We had to do that to make college more accessible! So that people wouldn’t be mired in poverty when they could make so much more.” Guess what, you’re miring them in a more pernicious poverty. That much debt limits choices. It also increases risks for long-term financial health.
The old saying is the road to hell is paved with good intentions. A lot of those bricks look are stamped with “Your student loan is approved!”
For her birthday, my niece asked her uncles if they would take her and her friends to a trampoline park. This was accomplished, and the day generated some observations:
Trampoline parks are great for burning off the seemingly boundless energy of children.
It’s amazing how much I can write in a noisy place with constant interruptions of one or more children coming back to the table to rest.
It is adorable to listen to three ten-year-old girls discuss the chicken dance. Particularly if you should clap or peck at the end because “pecking is more realistic.”
4. The black hole that is my nephew’s stomach drives him to rather insane lengths in order to satisfy it. I’m almost tempted to get him a bandolier of snack bars to get him through the day. All in all, a great time was had by all.
5. It is still weird when I run into colleagues from work in non-work settings.