Isaac

It’s hard to prepare for something that you don’t think will ever really happen.  My dearest friends and family experienced this reality last year when another “I” storm, Hurricane Irene, hit Vermont and other parts of the Northeast causing unimaginable damage.  When I was moving to Florida 5 years ago, many of my Vermont friends asked me if I was prepared for a hurricane.  It turns out, 5 years later, I have still not faced anything more than a tropical storm, and Vermont was the state that needed to prepare.  Honestly, I’m a wimpy Floridian.  I don’t like living here if I don’t have air conditioning and water, so the prospect of days without these staples doesn’t excite me at all.  I won’t be disappointed if I never experience the actual force of a true hurricane. While we pray for those in the Gulf who are preparing to experience the likes of Irene, or maybe even Katrina, here’s a look at what Greg, the Bunnies, and I have been doing to survive Isaac:

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I probably didn’t stock up on enough water, but I did have a dry goods meal ready just in case.  We might not have had cucumbers, but the Mujadarrah was on my list as a good gas-stove, dry goods, hurricane-proof meal.  It went quite nicely with another dry goods item that I was able to bake on my gas stove: Chappatis (Indian flat-bread).  I’m pretty sure we could have survived on this for a little while.  

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I was prepared to eat, but I wasn’t prepared for the drippy ceiling.  I went to feed the bunnies last night and found a damp, somewhat unhappy angora sitting next to some equally damp ceiling plaster.  Adventure wasn’t a fan of the bucket invading her space, and didn’t seem to realize that it was stopping her from getting wet.  Throughout the night I heard a couple crashes that turned out to be this silly rabbit dumping over the bucket and wetting herself and the floor.  Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep and was quite happy to wake up at 5:30 this morning to find that I did not need to travel through the rain to teach.  Horray Hurrication! Not as good as a snow day, because there’s no snowboarding to be done…but still a welcome discovery!

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Adventure was looking for some reassurance from Davey Jones that the thunder wasn’t going to eat her.  They don’t get on well enough to be together alone, but they do seem to enjoy each other’s company.


The Curse of Feminine Artistry

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.” 
― Sylvia PlathThe Bell Jar


Portal

My little brother’s voice came over the phone this afternoon, opening a portal in my empty passenger seat to my home in Vermont. I could hear siblings moving around, getting ready for various activities, and the sound of my mom’s voice as she talked to her own mother, my Nana on skype.  I know where she was sitting while she talked and what expressions she was making while she listened, I know what she was holding in her hands, because just two days ago those same objects rested in my arms while I waited in line at my local post office, 1500 miles away from my mom.  My Nana knows those objects too, because just two weeks ago I packed them into a suitcase in her house in Dublin in order to bring them home as gifts.  The objects and our voices have made a journey that we are unable to make, and the voice on the phone, not quite a man’s but certainly not the little boy’s I left 5 years ago to start a life in Florida, that voice opens a portal filled with images, voices, sounds, people and places that seem so tangible for a moment but that then suddenly vanish as the end button on my touchscreen silences the voice.  The passenger seat of my car surprises me with its emptiness.

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Falls of Lana, near Lake Dunmore

Falls of Lana, near Lake Dunmore


I’ve been missing the beauty of this state. This picture is from our hike up deer’s leap by Pico mountain.

I’ve been missing the beauty of this state. This picture is from our hike up deer’s leap by Pico mountain.


Jet setting

Getting so excited for our trip in a few days…but completely exhausted from working, packing, and cleaning. Horray vacation!








Pros and Cons of Scooter Riding- as it relates to an anniversary date
Pros                                      
Free Parking                            
Breeze in your hair                   
Snuggling against your husband’s back while he drives
Smelling the salty sea-air
Adventure (not our rabbit)
Cons:
Wardrobe
Breeze in your billowy clothes
Heat
Rain
Helmet hair







Pros and Cons of Scooter Riding- as it relates to an anniversary date

Pros                                      

  • Free Parking                            
  • Breeze in your hair                   
  • Snuggling against your husband’s back while he drives
  • Smelling the salty sea-air
  • Adventure (not our rabbit)

Cons:

  • Wardrobe
  • Breeze in your billowy clothes
  • Heat
  • Rain
  • Helmet hair



This anniversary will always be remembered as the one with helmet hair.  We had some awesome plans to spend our third anniversary in Ft. Lauderdale following a sea turtle laying her eggs, but all the turtle walks were booked for the rest of the summer when we looked into it.   Thankfully we didn’t book this, because as the day approached, our car continued its random choosing of when to start and when not to start.  Instead, we decided to use a gift card I got from a student and go to Cheesecake Factory in City Place and then to a movie.  Not wanting to get the car stuck in an overpriced parking garage, we decide to ride Greg’s scooter.  The trip is under 10 miles, so it seemed like a good option.  It was a little hot on our way, but we considered the scooter ride part of the adventure and enjoyed it.  We must have looked quite comical too: when dressing to go on a date with your husband when “moped” is the main transportation, there are many wardrobe considerations.  I am not really a pants person so I chose a long black skirt. It seemed to be a practical solution to the modesty issue of getting on and off of the scooter (especially in heels), but it created some serious drag during our ride, flying behind us like a super-hero’s cape (a scooter-riding super hero with an orange corduroy jacket not less). Dinner was of course of lovely, and the movie, Wes Anderson’s Moonrise Kingdom, was stellar.  Seriously, go see it!  It was late, and very dark on our drive home, but bursts of lighting lit up the sky offshore as we drove along the beautiful Intracoastal Waterway, passing yachts and smaller (but still REALLY nice) fishing vessels.  The ride home seemed like an extension of a really great night.  But as you can probably see in the pictures, the beautiful lightning illuminating our way was really a harbinger of the rainstorm that was about to break loose.  As we entered Lake Worth, just a few blocks from our home a cold wind began to blow and we felt the first drops of the storm escape onto our faces.  Then the heavens let loose in a truly characteristic South-Florida way.  The five blocks we had to travel from there were an exercise in trust, as I clung to Greg’s soaked back, unable to see the road (Greg had googles on to see).  By the time we arrived in the garage (as you can see), we were completely drenched, but trusty Scooty, guided by my wonderful husband, got us home, and overall it was a truly lovely adventure.  


On this hot summer’s day with an unreliable car I’m thankful for these two trusty companions: a bike and a backpack.

On this hot summer’s day with an unreliable car I’m thankful for these two trusty companions: a bike and a backpack.


Four bright green legs greeted me when I looked up into the arbor I was reading under. I’ve witnessed the jumping ability of this creature before and had no desire to offer my sun-tanning back as a landing pad. I’ve only seen the Knight Anole one other time ( when he jumped from our mango tree a few weeks ago), but today he and I entered into a staring match that allowed me a few pictures. He is about two feet long from nose to tail and capable of changing from brilliant emerald green to dusty brown in an instant. He really is magnificent. Glad he chose our green space for his home.

Four bright green legs greeted me when I looked up into the arbor I was reading under. I’ve witnessed the jumping ability of this creature before and had no desire to offer my sun-tanning back as a landing pad. I’ve only seen the Knight Anole one other time ( when he jumped from our mango tree a few weeks ago), but today he and I entered into a staring match that allowed me a few pictures. He is about two feet long from nose to tail and capable of changing from brilliant emerald green to dusty brown in an instant. He really is magnificent. Glad he chose our green space for his home.