September 18, 2003

The Big Blow

Time to clean the junk out of the back of the truck so I can haul home a truckbed full of milk and bread. Storm's coming, and everybody knows that human metabolism requires extra allotments of these vital nutrients before a storm (but mysteriously, not during or after). Actually, I mentioned this at the Express Mart last night (while buying these particular items) and the girl at the register says, nah, it's cigarettes and beer that are the hot items. S'anyway, we're fixed for the necessities as Isabel now seems to be veering more east of here, bringing us 45 mph gusts according to the latest guess. But there are still some things that need tending, soon as it gets light.

Got to pull the boards that we've laid down across the creek... our makeshift bridge. Since we almost always wear our 'barn boots' on our pasture walks, the boards are more for getting the mower over the ankle-deep water. By this time tomorrow, the creek could be waist deep... or higher, and the not-inexpensive treated lumber washed downstream, hung up in the middle branches of an alder along Goose Creek.

It's been chilly enough lately that, after this storm passes, we are probably going to need to start our first little fire in the woodstove. For this, the purist needs the perfect twigs. We are a wee bit snobbish about our twigs, especially Ann, who only choses the top grade. Twigging has been a great family hobby for years. And now Tsuga will be oh so much help in this, later this morning, before the rains come in.

Better go over and secure the big barn doors so they don't blow open; put extra ballast on the tarps covering my firewood; pull the truck and Nate's old Volvo up into the drive, just in case the water comes up higher than we've seen it in four years. The lifers from the valley tell of some serious high water down here from hurricanes in past years before we moved here. I've looked at the topo, wondering what path we might take to the road up top of the ridge behind us, should the valley see a hundred-year flood and we have to hike our way out of here.

Now about this old Volvo: could I interest anybody in a 1989 740 Turbo sedan with 165K miles? The car dealerships just laugh at me. I could put a fer sale sign on it out by the garden, and in a month, eight people would see it. Asking $2000 or best offer. Hey, it's Nate's college tuition sitting out there. Maybe I should park it in the creek tonight and hope it gets washed away... worth more dead than alive?

Stay tuned. I'll update this hippy-dippy weather report as the day goes on, as long as we have power. Meanwhile, here's what the radar looks like... we are a stone's throw from the Nexrad tower just up the hill.. the FCX on the map.

Posted by fred1st at September 18, 2003 07:02 AM | TrackBack

Fred: I've been driving a friend's old (1985?) Volvo wagon around to PT and grocery outings--I have a standard and am not quite able to negotiate clutches with this confounded boot. I really like the Volvo! I wish Nate's was a wagon. Then we'd have the interesting challenge of how to get it from Virginia to California through hurricanes and such.

Take care, you guys. Looks pretty frightening from here.

Posted by: Pica at September 18, 2003 09:18 AM

You forgot to get the eggs!! One can't make french toast with only bread and milk.

Posted by: Jane at September 18, 2003 09:44 AM

If you're refrigerator goes out, you're gonna have to drink a lot of milk!

Hope your weather the weather well.

Posted by: Cody at September 18, 2003 10:27 AM

Batten down the hatches real tight...I've ridden out several cat 4 & 5 typhoons in the Sth China's both frightening and exhilarating...we once body surfed in an approaching cat3 storm swell..Yowzer! Youth is dumb...which is why some never grow old. can always hug your honey when you run out of things to do and eat...or sleep. (I forgot you're me. *G*)

Posted by: feste at September 18, 2003 04:41 PM

About the Volvo:

Grab a paint brush and a tub '0 glitter:


Yes, I can see you cruising the Floyd County roads in a Dada-mobile.

Then there are the die hards...Berkeley is full of old 50's Saab coupe barely has enough metal in the rust lace to hold it together.

If you wait long enough you can send a photo to:

Seriously, you could list it in Auto Trader:

We've always had a very good response from AT, both the printed online versions...both buying and selling. The SU recently found a cherry 1968 Caddie Coupe De Ville convertible. Harley loves to "fly the Coupe".

[Sorry about being too lazy to build the a about turning on the MT auto URL value?]

Posted by: feste at September 18, 2003 05:09 PM

Fred - what's the weather news now? It would be great to hear any updates you're able to give.

Posted by: Lisa at September 18, 2003 06:16 PM

Hope you're hanging in there all right!

Posted by: Fran at September 18, 2003 06:41 PM

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