Hurricane Ivan

When we lived in North Carolina and had the ice storm of 2002, we laid in the bed and listened to the pine trees bend and break – they sounded like rifle shots – and you just hoped they did not fall into the roof. That was a long night. I made the mistake of saying that I could handle a hurricane better. I have an excuse – we had no electricity and no real fire wood for the the unused fireplace and it was 17 F outside. We took everything out of the Fridge and put it on the back porch – it was colder than the Fridge with no power.

Wow – it was so great to have friends – it made a world of difference. One friend had another friend that could give us real wood for the fireplace. Another friend lent us a hotel room to take a shower. Thank you Carolina Inn. And I still went to work. We had events to do.

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Little did I know that we would get a hurricane just a bit over two years later in Pensacola. Ugh. We are in hurricane alley after all. This is why you do not say things like, “I could handle a hurricane better.” No really. Do Not Say This.

But the interesting thing is that an Ice Storm and a Hurricane smell the same – they both smell like a Christmas tree lot – it is the pine tar. So very similar.

Ivan was a major nightmare for our region, but we deal with it. It is just what we do. And the damn storm came back for us again. 2004 was a year. Indeed.

Brunch – my favorite meal of the week

New website that we found that I find highly amusing. This was one of my favorites, particularly the Hierarchy of a Bloody Mary

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My favorite brunch place

I am a huge fan of brunch, especially at one of my favorite places, Jaco’s at the Palafox Pier marina in downtown Pensacola at the very end of Palafox Street. I mean the idea of sitting outside with a nice breeze and a mimosa each Sunday for nine to ten months a year. Life could be so much worse.

I do wish I could do the brunch thing everyday, but for that I would have to move to NOLA and, as much as I love that place, I wouldn’t because I would have to leave the bay and the beach. Can’t do that. Just not possible. I’ve never been happier any where than here.

So I’ll take my weekly brunch and enjoy myself. A poinsettia (champagne and cranberry) does make make me happy and three can set me up for the whole day. Even if I have to forgo brunch until there is the next weekend. Ugh. Work is just a thing.  That I hate, but there it is.