No Escape from Mother Nature

When I lived in Florida, I experienced about a half dozen hurricanes. Not all at once, of course, but a few darkened our door within weeks of each other. None were direct hits, but when a giant storm is moving across a narrow peninsula, there really is no way to avoid the affects.

Now that I’m back in Chicago, I don’t have to worry about hurricanes anymore, but Mother Nature has a way of reminding us she’s still in charge.

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Andrea

Written on the fly ….

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Griping with Gratitude

Do you like my oxymoron title? I consider myself an oxymoron on a regular basis.

On to the topic at hand … do I like living Florida, or don’t I? Let me think out loud … or should I say … think onto this blog?

Remember when I was complaining about not getting rain? I know, I know, be careful what you wish for. The east side of Tropical Storm Debby has been lambasting the gulf coast for several days. She won’t move, and has parked her sorry ass over the water, dredging up more and more moisture.