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Waiting for Irma…

This waiting for a hurricane is a lot like watching paint dry. Not that I’m complaining because, as you can see, it’s been quite subdued so far, well, except for taking out my screen.  But I know there will be excitement soon enough. screen

People have been in shelters for days now if they heeded the orders to evacuate when they first called for it. I’m not in an evacuation zone, so I didn’t choose to stay on a whim. But as soon as the storm hit the news there was a run on bread, water, and toilet paper at the stores. People headed north on the highways, in bumper to bumper traffic. There were long lines at the gas stations, and they ran out of gas regularly, so loading up the car and heading out with the dogs seemed to have potential for getting stuck and riding the storm out in the car. For every house with boarded up windows there are 20, like mine, that aren’t boarded up. And the days have gone by and still we wait.

Overnight tonight is when it’s supposed to impact my area. I have readied the house, filled the bathtub with water though I’m not entirely sure why. Loaded bags of ice into the freezer. Brought in all the outdoor furniture. Before we lose electricity I did all the laundry and ironed all the clothes, and all my electronic devices are fully charged. I even emptied out the walk in closet and padded the floor with the outdoor furniture cushions, as suggested, so that the dogs and I can sleep in there while Irma rages. If needed of course, but I hope it isn’t.  I’ve been dreading the day the electric company comes along and chops a big chunk out of the magnolia tree out front because the power lines run through it. It’s a pretty tree, I hope it doesn’t take out the electricity tonight.

In all the clean up I found the remote to the Roku device, so now I can binge watch something on Netflix, as long as the electricity lasts. It’ll help pass the time.  And we wait.

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Thoughts while we wait…

With the storm front and center in every conversation the past few days it’s hard to think of much of anything else. But when I saw the truck above as I arrived at work yesterday morning it brought back a pleasant memory from a few years ago. I had been seeing trucks like this, hauling trailers loaded with cages, in the parking lot fairly regularly, but hadn’t paid much attention to them. Little enough attention that I had assumed that they held chickens headed to market. But one evening Charley and I were having dinner at the bar in Applebee’s just up the street from the store, and we got to talking with another customer.  Eventually the conversation turned to homing pigeons. Turns out there is a good sized group of people in the area who keep, and race, homing pigeons. That’s when it dawned on me that those cages I was seeing were holding pigeons and not chickens.

The trucks meet at my store and load up the pigeons of the competitors and then drive them to Tennessee for the start of the race. The pigeons are banded, and their start and finish times are recorded electronically. He said that it’s a big enough activity that there are pigeons who are worth $50,000, based on their speed. It was interesting to hear about an activity that was totally new to me, and I was curious and told the man that I could understand the pigeons having a urge to fly back home, but I had to ask what makes them make the trip at top speed. His answer surprised me. He said that when the pigeons arrive home from a race is the only time they are allowed to fraternize with pigeons of the opposite sex. I guess that would be an incentive wouldn’t it?

A nice memory to think of while I packed the donuts …