Day 744: One More Day Of The Hurricane Alex

You know that wise ole sayin, "If you don't have any fing good to say, say nuffin at all", well for that reason, I will be keepin some of my foughts to myself, and this is why...

Last we spoke on Day 743, I was minutes short of what I call my "chalk outline" position:

Fings remained calm for the rest of the evenin and up until about 330am, when I hop on the big bed to ask the Mom... "Do you feel that?". I am not sure of her answer on a counta it was just like the sweet nuffins of love talk, along wif some chin rubbins... but at 350am when the bottom dropped out of the storm clouds and the funder began to rumble... she knew I had not hopped on big bed for bed time story.

I quickly headed to the bunker for some whistlin and scratchin, and the Mom hopped up, turned the lights on [sorry, the Bleu!] and turned on the funeral music. At 6am, I decided the freat was over, and I was adamant about bein served the breakfast foods [work up quite a appetite when havin a nervous breakdown]!

We had a decent and relaxed, albeit tired feelin mornin until the funder did begin again round noon... It was not pretty. It breaks my the Mom's heart not to be able to comfort me, but the good news is that it is eventually over... And here are some images from the rest of the day:

Outta the bunker, but still nervous and pacin. I need to keep tabs on my the Mom!

If I look happy to you, it's on a counta we are havin a lengfy break in the funders... Unfortunately, I'm still pacin and pantin, and I know it's not completely over just yet.

Finally the storms have passed us, and me and the Bleu get to shnoof our tall grasses!

The Bleu shnoof some fing real interestin right here.

And I have found some fing shnoofy right about here!

And though this pitcher is a little blurry, I include it on a counta I am smilin... as I compose the blog post!

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Day 743: And Also An Update to Day 742... Just One Big Stormy 'Alex' Mess

When I last saw you it was outta the corner of my right eye...

And it was really Day 741, but I was waxin poetic and somewhat mournfully about Day 742... on a counta this is snapshot of just the birf of certain and impendin doom!

Note that pin on left is spot of my Heavenly Retreat... Campo Blanco in Wimberley. And pin on right is my house, Heavenly Spot where I relish my ever single Forever day!

Well, we made it frew that [Wednesday] night wif only a tiny bit of a nbd [nervous breakdown] early on, just after lights out... and funeral music off. We all thereafter swept frew the night and the Mom went off to work on Fursday mornin. Day 742. She was SO confident we were in the clear that she did not give me fird pill pocket [or 'cocktail' as she call it], but that confidence did not last long. 

When she come bustlin in round noon, I was happy to see her... and happy she brought tasty lunch for us to share. Wif the good sniffs, I made quick business outside and raced in to imbibe in the lunch foods. At first, I was a bit confused on a counta it was our traditional Friday foods and it is Fursday... am I wrong??? Never mind, 'go wif it' I fink on a counta... hunger and tastiness!

And then it happened... the first sounds.

And then 'the cocktail' was served... And I was frocked in the storm cape, and it goes wifout sayin that the funeral music was blarin, the Bleu had his head under the bed and the Mom was tryin to be the textbook Mom in the situation.

June Cleaver, she is not... so she leave me few short minutes and take pitchers of out of doors. 1:49pm yesterday, our patio is underwater... and the Mom is startin to worry.

Out front... no visible curbs, but the Mom has seen it way very much worse. She fink we ok, floodwise, for now... but for the me, she very much wish it would STOP!

I finally come out from the bunker round 5pm. I am not in a great mood. I am drowsy, still. And I am not confident in the status of the storm.

Yea, I am called out from the bunker by my tummy. I am hungry. My funder-fobia shall not infringe on my belly's voracious right to be treated and/or fed! In the battle of idiosyncrasies, belly wins! Just sayin!

We had a somewhat lively but not an anxiety filled night. I DID have an episode just after lights out and funeral music off [again]... but I settled right down. We all swept lovinly and peaceful until about 230am when I found myself on the big bed, starin down at the Mom... to make sure she heard what I heard. She did not.

I laid down on the end of the bed, but some firty minutes later... the monsoons, i.e. nother band of the Alex did begin to deluge! I hop down and bunker to scratch, of course... and the Mom drag her butt up to turn on the funeral music and put a sweet, comfortin foot on my back.

HEAVY rains and funder did follow until they died down shortly before 7am, when I accepted the invite to go outside to do the businesses... and here's what I trapsed frew!

My the Mom checked the radar and called in to the Factory to make arrangements to work from the Norf Office [aka the Casa de Luke y El Bleu]. And work she began to do!

And then at a point around 920 am, the weather was calm and the Mom make a swaff frew the house for some more caffeine... and she bring camera wif her!

And here is the Bleu, lookin sweet and dapper, prim and proper... and irony do not escape me or him or most certainly the Mom... that the DVD box set to his left is "My So Called Life"... Just sayin!

And that is even more meaninful to the him, on a counta how his life is affected by... the me and my the storm foughts and feelins and demonstrative anxieties.

Just as I demonstrate em now... in my suburban bunker, the stool [as you know].

Yep, here's lookin at you... Friday mornin... frew my right eye!

And then... I have no better way of describin it... but 'the weather all went to hell'! I ate a pill pocket. I listened to the funeral music. I protested from time to time wif the scratchin, whistlin and pacin....

But for the most part, I just curled myself up tight a round the toilet and tried to ignore the world...

...until time for the dinner foods!!!

I was not super happy wif the status of the storm, but I was hungry... and ok. also very tired of the bunker.

I ate my dinners, raced outside to do quick businesses and raced back inside and hopped onto the big bed!!!

Now I know you are all wonderin what is happenin wif the Bleu, and I do so wish he had the time [and compy] to blog... on a counta Big Boy has he own perspective on fings round here... but for now, you will have to suffice wif mine!

Here is Big Sweet Boy about 545pm tonight... and gosh, his head DO look small, but that is on a counta Big Boy's hairy ever fing else!!!

And here I am, firty minutes later, at 615pm. I am not copyin the Bleu... It's just a really sweet place to lay.

And the Bleu is back in one of his most favoritest places... Just sayin.

And now here I am composin this post... and like magic, I hope, it will upload!!!

Day 742: Mostly Today Written Yesterday (Last Night)

Ok, my friends... I am not one to project a blog post into the future but just ever so often... and tonight is one of those times... so you will be readin this no sooner than Fursday mornin, July 1. I apologize, but if I do not write right now... I do not know when I might!  

You see, it is not stormin or even rainin right now, so I am outta the bunker for a tasty berry treat, to check weather and to make preparations for the morrow... (includin this post).

Here is where we are now... as of this early Wednesday evenin. Hurricane Alex is bearin down on the Mexico coast and draggin bands of rains and winds behind him. I am sorry for all who will be devastated by this storm, and while clearly not life critical, I still dread bunker and nbd time...

"They" say "we" are gonna get hammered round 10pm tonight. I'm not so sure... but in any case, rest assured I will be makin up-to-the-minute prognostications and issuin household alerts and alarms as necessary... so PLEASE no need to worry bout the Mom and/or also the Bleu (of course). They will be dutifully awake and apprised of all impendin situations, wif several hours notice. I take my job seriously. Just sayin.

And back to the now... Berry treats were good, but now I must heed the call of one my several suburban bunker locations...

... which in this case is under the stool!

Dis and Other Claimer: I am bloggin round  my the Mom long work day and also this most awful weather I have found myself in... but I am hopin to actually update you real time tomorrow... live from really far up the Gulf Coastline.

And no... I will not be wearin a raincoat and standin in knee deep waters, nor will waves be crashin over my back! Instead, you will either see my sweet face... or you will not (on a counta it buried in the bunker!)!