The Prodigal Child Returns

The Prodigal Child Returns

No fatted calves please.

Had a great trip that was only slightly marred by Gustav. We kept checking NOAA, watching the Weather Channel and friends and family back home kept calling.

I think we're going to get VERY lucky with this storm. Louisiana....not so much.

Anyway, when I returned home, there was a package waiting for me. Some very generous person sent me The Open Road: The Global Journey of the Fourteenth Dalai Lama from my Amazon wishlist.
The thing is...I'm not sure I know the person that sent it so I can't thank him properly.
So, a HUGE HUGE thank you to the mystery man. I am humbled by your thoughtfulness and generosity.
Drop me an email and let me know who you are...only because I'm insatiably curious!

I'm in the cone of uncertainty

Shank:

What do you think?

Party People

I'm leaving on a jet plane tomorrow morning.
Who knows when I'll be back again....well I do. I'll be back Sunday.

I'm going to KC to hit up my girl Jessica. I haven't seen her in YEARS!

Jess used to live in Arkansas...briefly. One day, I left here at 6pm, drove through a HUGE storm full of tornadoes and found myself in a town in Arkansas that eerily reminded me of Deliverance at 3am. The storm had knocked out all street lights and it was dark and silent.
I drove carefully to Jess' house, picked her up and we continued the road trip all the way to Chicago, Illinois.
We had a choice to make when we got there: we could take a nap or we could start drinking.....

Two days later, hungover, we drove back to Arkansas, then I went on my way back to Texas.

God, we had fun.

Repeat? Nah, we're too old now.

I'm not dead...

I guess I could have updated after Eduardo. Ooops

Nothing happened. Just a little rain.

No biggie.

But I did get some good pics of Hemingway on the patio.

Dashiell checking out the goings on out in the courtyard...Hemingway, just chillin.

Please ignore the dead plant. I have a hard time throwing them away after they commit suicide.

The sky is falling....

or some dramatic shit like that.

The news media in Houston are wetting themselves over this.
They are screaming at us to board up our windows, and RUN RUN and get water by the cases and dear God, don't forget the canned goods!
So, predictably, the grocery stores and Walmart are jam packed.

It was nearly 3 years ago when we were preparing for Hurricane Rita. That Monday before, I thought I was being proactive when I went to Walmart to get some water, a few batteries and dog food.
But I was blown away by the hysteria. People were literally running through the parking lot pushing baskets full of Rubbermaid boxes, cases of water and canned goods.
I walked inside and the energy was electric. I suddenly became overwhelmed. I didn't know which way to turn and I was screaming inside my head, "What do I need? What. Do. I. NEED????"
The water was gone. I couldn't even find the batteries.

A few minutes later, I found myself standing in line purchasing bubble wrap and Cheetos.
How's that for hurricane supplies?
As long as you have bubble wrap and Cheetos, you'll be fine....really.

My smart sister said this afternoon that Edouard (what the fuck kind of name is this anyway???) would take a jog to the north and we would miss the bad stuff.
Looks like she's right.

I'm not sure about the bubble wrap...there might be some around here but I've definitely got the Cheetos and the dogs have food, pig ears and chicken jerky.
We're so good.

Ummm....Shank

Hey guess what? There is a storm coming my way.

What should I do???