[Monkey Face]

Well, at least you know ahead of time, but it’s still disappointing.

Nothing is worse than having to hunker down and wait until the storm/hurricane/tornado passes. I mean, there are only so many games of UNO that you can play without going to jail for what you’re thinking. ;o]

[Tax-chick]

We have lots of good games. My mom says Comcast went down in her building, but other than that, everything is fine.

The choir took some of the serranos, but I have a bunch more. I’ll bag some up and take them to church on Sunday. I’m sure others will want them.

[NicknamedBob]

The sky looked weird here tonight, all pink and strangely cheerful.

Hurricane Sky

Cloud bellies, looking muscular,
Big knots of corded strength,
Like rippled abs up in the sky,
I studied them at length.

A hurricane sky came strolling,
Along my stretch of beach,
A muscled bit of cumulus,
Just slightly out of reach.

I stared into the cauldron,
The writhing mass at play.
It roiled and folded constantly.
Things could go wrong this day.

The surf was pounding out the steps,
As clouds walked over land.
Somehow I knew that they were not,
Here to just pound sand.

The portents of a message,
Were all quite abundantly clear,
When Mother Nature speaks her piece,
It’s wise to lend an ear.

NicknamedBob . . . . . September 9, 2004