I’m going to get back to sewing now. Everything we can do is done. Lynne assures me that all is ready out at Green Acres. (Hard not to remember how it was our refuge during Hurricane Rita–so much has changed since then.) Denece assures me that all is well out at the Democrats’ Den. (I forgot to tell her a crazy dream I had about being at her house–I’ll save that for our next conversation.) All is well at RubinSmo Manor with The Brides and Sugar.
Here at The Compound, the sun just began to shine again after the sky had been overcast for a couple of hours. We’ve had some breezes, but the wind hasn’t reached us yet. Windows are taped here and at the TimLair. We’re filling up our tubs now. Batteries are in the radios and flashlights.
I promise, I’ll update as I can. For now, you should know that the first hideous sign of Hurricane Ike has arrived. He’s sent out his flying sock monkeys, and they are devouring me from the feet up. SCARY!
Good luck!
I’ll be checking weather.com frequently. (I was thinking ‘Ivan’ was coming to visit. My bad.)
Thanks!
I think Ivan was some hurricane of years past. Ivan, Ike, it’s all a bunch of hot air. And rain.
Becky, by all that’s holy, tell me those are NOT your footies!
No. They’re my actual feet. It’s how you know I’m evil.
you have monkey feet? My GOD! I thought Monkey feet was limited to being able to pick up things with your toes… I didn’t know it could be so much worse.
Good thoughts, Becky, good thoughts.
Thanks!
OMG I LOVE YOUR SOCKS!! so much so i misspelled socks 4 times now!
LOL–Just tell me you didn’t spell it with a “u.”
Thanks!
hahaha
no, but just about every other typo was made!
be sure to let us know that all is well with the compound when you can. 🙂
Awesome socks!
Best of luck with the hot air and rain.
Thank you. Hurricanes are kinda scary, kinda annoying. Lights are flickering a little. Hope we don’t lose power!
I’m way behind with reading, so I hope everything is still well with you . . . no doubt I’ll catch up soon!!
Take care.