Our son and his family showed up about an hour or so ago and they have 4 computers set up on the dining room table, all of them streaming live video from various parts of Cape Coral under attack by hurricane Irma. The eye hasn’t crossed into the land mass yet.
When they heard 2 days ago that there was a potential storm surge of up to 18′ they decided to leave as the finished floor elevation for almost all newer homes is about 10′, and older homes is who knows. Back in the old days they just set em right on the bare ground, flooding be damned.
So they threw as much stuff as possible, including 2 young kids and 2 cats, and headed north to their sanctuary, our house, well out of harms way. They’ll be staying here for the duration and possibly beyond. Everything is unknown at this point.
The is a unique situation occurring in Lee County, Florida (Lee county??? OMFG!!!! Somebody call Sharpton!!!), in that the counter rotation of the storm is aligning in perfect harmony on both the front and back sides of the eye with the high and low incoming and outgoing tides. It appears the Caloosahatchee river is being sucked dry as Pine Island Sound is being flooded, and as the storm passes this effect will reverse. This has never happened before. The river is rather large so the force to do such a thing is tremendous. I saw video awhile ago of manatees laying on the empty river bed suffocating under their own weight. Their numbers are already endangered and this will make it worse. If I was there I’d be airboating all over the dry river scoping out the treasures that had been trapped underwater – watches, wallets, fishing gear, who knows. And the large Groupers floundering, not to mention the crabs and lobsters. Mmmmmm…..
My son is insured and there is little they can do about the things that are going to happen to there property. It all may be gone entirely. I told them to turn off the drama cause all that unsolveable horror and angst is not good for the system. Come out on the porch and crack a brew and watch the wild turkeys frolicking in the yard. And think ahead, about all the potential scenarios, the aftermath, and the solutions. In a way, the now is the past for them and it cannot be changed. But the future can be accurately predicted if you make it happen, and that’s what they should be doing. Making it happen in their minds, rather than lamenting what was.
No, it’s not my problem so I see it differently. But I’ve been a problem solver for other people for a very long time and that is where my mind spends much of it’s time, including now. I may go back down there with them and help with the clean up but what I’d really like to do is help them pack their shit and move up here to the hinters where life is easier all the way around and the notion that you life and your things can be disappeared in a moments notice is almost absent.
Roger in RepublicSeptember 11, 2017, 12:58 PM
Man! The things you see when you don’t have your Thompson SMG. That gun is well known to bring order out of chaos. The shooting of looters is a well known, and long used remedy for civil disorder. It seems that when it went out of fashion to shoot looters, the looting class made a comeback.
Lay down these words
Before your mind like rocks.
placed solid, by hands
In choice of place, set
Before the body of the mind
in space and time:
Solidity of bark, leaf, or wall
riprap of things:
Cobble of milky way.
straying planets,
These poems, people,
lost ponies with
Dragging saddles –
and rocky sure-foot trails.
The worlds like an endless
four-dimensional
Game of Go.
ants and pebbles
In the thin loam, each rock a word
a creek-washed stone
Granite: ingrained
with torment of fire and weight
Crystal and sediment linked hot
all change, in thoughts,
As well as things.
Gary Snyder
The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
from Preludes
His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
— Eliot
ARTIST: CASEY KLAHN
Song of Myself
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
— Walt Whitman
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I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
The scientists are in terror
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The Command Station
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Our son and his family showed up about an hour or so ago and they have 4 computers set up on the dining room table, all of them streaming live video from various parts of Cape Coral under attack by hurricane Irma. The eye hasn’t crossed into the land mass yet.
When they heard 2 days ago that there was a potential storm surge of up to 18′ they decided to leave as the finished floor elevation for almost all newer homes is about 10′, and older homes is who knows. Back in the old days they just set em right on the bare ground, flooding be damned.
So they threw as much stuff as possible, including 2 young kids and 2 cats, and headed north to their sanctuary, our house, well out of harms way. They’ll be staying here for the duration and possibly beyond. Everything is unknown at this point.
The is a unique situation occurring in Lee County, Florida (Lee county??? OMFG!!!! Somebody call Sharpton!!!), in that the counter rotation of the storm is aligning in perfect harmony on both the front and back sides of the eye with the high and low incoming and outgoing tides. It appears the Caloosahatchee river is being sucked dry as Pine Island Sound is being flooded, and as the storm passes this effect will reverse. This has never happened before. The river is rather large so the force to do such a thing is tremendous. I saw video awhile ago of manatees laying on the empty river bed suffocating under their own weight. Their numbers are already endangered and this will make it worse. If I was there I’d be airboating all over the dry river scoping out the treasures that had been trapped underwater – watches, wallets, fishing gear, who knows. And the large Groupers floundering, not to mention the crabs and lobsters. Mmmmmm…..
My son is insured and there is little they can do about the things that are going to happen to there property. It all may be gone entirely. I told them to turn off the drama cause all that unsolveable horror and angst is not good for the system. Come out on the porch and crack a brew and watch the wild turkeys frolicking in the yard. And think ahead, about all the potential scenarios, the aftermath, and the solutions. In a way, the now is the past for them and it cannot be changed. But the future can be accurately predicted if you make it happen, and that’s what they should be doing. Making it happen in their minds, rather than lamenting what was.
No, it’s not my problem so I see it differently. But I’ve been a problem solver for other people for a very long time and that is where my mind spends much of it’s time, including now. I may go back down there with them and help with the clean up but what I’d really like to do is help them pack their shit and move up here to the hinters where life is easier all the way around and the notion that you life and your things can be disappeared in a moments notice is almost absent.
Man! The things you see when you don’t have your Thompson SMG. That gun is well known to bring order out of chaos. The shooting of looters is a well known, and long used remedy for civil disorder. It seems that when it went out of fashion to shoot looters, the looting class made a comeback.
Wonder why the videographer didn’t shoot them?
Oh that’s right – – massive pussification nationwide.