Mack, Helen, and Karen all slept through this event. I woke up, closed the windows, and watched the weather guys on the tube for a few minutes. It wasn’t until this morning that I became aware of the devastation. We are a couple of miles north of the tornado path and had 15 minutes of hard rain and blowing but little damage. I did get a call from Mack’s neighbor, Mrs. Morris, who reported Mack stranded on her roof. He was clearing a fallen limb from her house when the wind blew his ladder down. I had to run over and put it back up for him. The limb cleared, he wanted to clean her gutters– I managed to talk him out of it and when I left him the ladder was put away. It’s probably back out now!
Can’t see, can’t hear, has maybe 50% use of his right arm, struggles to do the most mundane things like mow the grass, yet there he is, removing debris from his neighbor’s roof. Or is it rough? Or roove?
Is this funny? Inspiring? Should you take his ladder away?
I’m also wondering how long you all are gong to grab cnn.com’s headlines?
Brussells was cold but its own kinda groovy. It’ll take awhile to reel in our souls (a reference to the most fine novel “Pattern Recognition” by one of my favorite authors, William Gibson, which I read on the flights back), but our bodies are again in 01776. All nifty Sangiovese wines and Vin Santos and fancy pastas intact! I’ve some catching up to do with the rest of my life before one last travelogue and some pictures, but Mike need not despair of this adventure’s end just yet …
Comment by los Kibbes — November 6, 2005 @ 7:12 pm
“Can’t see, can’t hear, has maybe 50% use of his right arm,…removing debris from his neighbor’s roof.”
Yikes, I heard the Indiana thing on the news but didn’t pay close attention. I didn’t realize it hit the Evansville area. What next.
Comment by la rad — November 6, 2005 @ 11:11 am
Mack, Helen, and Karen all slept through this event. I woke up, closed the windows, and watched the weather guys on the tube for a few minutes. It wasn’t until this morning that I became aware of the devastation. We are a couple of miles north of the tornado path and had 15 minutes of hard rain and blowing but little damage. I did get a call from Mack’s neighbor, Mrs. Morris, who reported Mack stranded on her roof. He was clearing a fallen limb from her house when the wind blew his ladder down. I had to run over and put it back up for him. The limb cleared, he wanted to clean her gutters– I managed to talk him out of it and when I left him the ladder was put away. It’s probably back out now!
Comment by jeffro — November 6, 2005 @ 12:35 pm
Can’t see, can’t hear, has maybe 50% use of his right arm, struggles to do the most mundane things like mow the grass, yet there he is, removing debris from his neighbor’s roof. Or is it rough? Or roove?
Is this funny? Inspiring? Should you take his ladder away?
I’m also wondering how long you all are gong to grab cnn.com’s headlines?
Comment by michael — November 6, 2005 @ 1:20 pm
Brussells was cold but its own kinda groovy. It’ll take awhile to reel in our souls (a reference to the most fine novel “Pattern Recognition” by one of my favorite authors, William Gibson, which I read on the flights back), but our bodies are again in 01776. All nifty Sangiovese wines and Vin Santos and fancy pastas intact! I’ve some catching up to do with the rest of my life before one last travelogue and some pictures, but Mike need not despair of this adventure’s end just yet …
Comment by los Kibbes — November 6, 2005 @ 7:12 pm
“Can’t see, can’t hear, has maybe 50% use of his right arm,…removing debris from his neighbor’s roof.”
Inspiring!
Comment by rakkity — November 7, 2005 @ 1:34 pm