Lovely Rita, karma maid, may I inquire discreetly, when are you free to veer southward and stay the hell away from me?
Sorry to have botched an otherwise fine Beatles song on perky parking nazis, but I am quite tired of fleeing hurricanes. Just as I was settling into the resignation-with-mild-dysphoria portion of the program, another weather system threatens the eerie calm of my home away from home, southeast Texas. By saying there’s always room for something new in my life, I mean the study of Navajo and Japanese or a pro-wrestling game at the local VFW outpost, not one hurricane evac after another. Not one evacuation after another, for that matter. Science says, “Too bad for you!”
the trend is likely to continue for another decade or longer because a global climate pattern causes ideal conditions for hurricanes: warmer Atlantic waters, more summer monsoons over western Africa and fewer monsoons in the Amazon basin.
There are days when I wish I weren’t a scientist who comprehends and trusts the data-model complex. This is one of them. All said, I have the wherewithal to leave again if I have to – best to count the blessings.
The poor Florida Keys
Some die-hard New Orleans folks are going back home, rain or not. Good luck to them. Rita is a temporary setback, one to be expected until the end of hurricane season. New Orleans will be back to marching in no time.
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From The “Good Times, Great Oldies” Department: Today VatulBlog decided to treat itself to time spent away from the computer: I bathed the Texas leghounds and held polite arguments on the phone and over email dedicated to politics. Ok, so that last activity involved a computer, but it doesn’t count because blogging software and Katrina didn’t come up.
Yes, I was polite during political sparring. Does this trouble a portion of my readership that knows me well?
The first sentence of this post is what rocks about you, Maitri – you’re keeping that chin up and sense of humor intact. Having that kind of resilience is awesome!
you were polite. i’m disappointed. that’s one less spleen for your growing trophy collection.
hey i’m glad you’re getting back to your normal randy self, but take care of you during this time, okay? only the best to you, dear lady.