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(WAVES) We’re here and fine. The power has blinked a couple of times, the first at around 5 am. I had a restless night, waking often (no surprise), so I was awake when the power went the first time.

We are under flood watch, so dh is home for the day. We’ll all snuggle in the living room and watch movies. And I’ll knit, of course.

Stolen Thunder: Accusation, Revealed
Interesting viewpoint. – Red Cross: State rebuffed relief efforts – Sep 8, 2005
Red Cross story on CNN, a “reputable” news source 😉

The Political Teen � Blanco Screws Up With Troops – Proof on Camera! (VIDEO)
Just what it says. Iraqi, U.S. troops find bomb factory
Really? Do tell!! –
‘People making decisions hesitated’ – Sep 13, 2005

In the aftermath, the questions grew sharper: Why did aerial shots of the flooded city show hundreds of school and city buses window-deep in water? Why hadn’t anyone used those buses to move people out? Did Amtrak really offer residents seats on trains the company moved out of harm’s way? And if so, who refused that offer and why?

MSM finally picked up the school buses, and several more questionable things.

Knitting yesterday:
body on the pants done
shawl re-started
a few rows on the Santa Train set

One more thing

a complaint about stupid people. I wanted rotisserie chicken for supper, so I asked DH to pick one up at the grocery store. He went, he tried. He reports there is no fresh food left. He bought the last 2 packs of chicken. OTOH, the canned good section was well stocked. Go figure. This was in *2* grocery stores. Where are people gonna keep all that fresh food when the power goes out? Huh?

Mandatory Evacuation?

For a on-again off-again hurricane. I’m staying home, as of now. We are cooking supper, drawing up a little water, and waiting. The storm is predicted to last 48 hours or so. That’s a bit more than the normal 4-6 hours, because it’s so slow moving. I’ll keep you updated as I can.

They are expecting that we will lose power, so if you don’t hear from me for a few days, don’t panic :) I have plenty of yarn 😛

It’s raining!

Schizophrenic Ophelia has finally arrived. Our guest is expected to stay 2 days, bringing lots and lots of water, but not much else- at least here.

Yesterday, I finished one sleeve of DS#2 sweater, and started the second. I’ll have to weave the ends on those and seam them before I can finish the top. I am using the “naglar” unpattern by EZ, but I am not sure yet that it will be long enough from the arms to the neck. I should know I can trust her by now, but I am just a doubtful knitter with anything until it’s finished.

I ripped the shawl back to nothing. I found a mistake a few rows back as I was working on it yesterday. It affected the whole of one side of the thing, so out it all came. Just 15 rows, but over 450 stitches per row.

Today, I want to get the body done on the custom pants and work some more on the sleeve of the sweater. And a few rows on the Santa Train sweater, too. I’ll get a pic up of that when I have enough done to see.

Here’s some stuff I found yesterday:

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Jack Kelly: No shame

As usual, it’s fairly easy to tell what the political leanings are from any writer’s words. The right is yelling about local and state foul-ups, while the left is screaming for Bush’s head on a pole. And as usual, I imagine the truth lies somewhere in the middle. Did I mention “as usual”? Used to be the news was a collection of facts, but now the news, all news, is a collection of filtered and colored facts.

Carla, I did glance over that link you sent, and I’ll look over it in detail when I get another quiet moment. I want to compare it to the first thing you sent, the 4?? page one.

Ophelia and Stuff

Ophelia continues to weaken, despite the Star-News promising a direct hit on Holden Beach at 2pm tomorrow. I am sure some transplant wrote that junk, and the editor missed it. See, you can’t predict storms like that, especially slow-moving (non-moving) ones. This may help some of you who don’t live with the threat of hurricanes understand our apparent craziness in waiting and waiting and waiting, and how sometimes we get caught.

We spend this season watching the news, and when the storms are predicted, we think about getting ready. But not too early, because of incidents like this, whether a threatened hurricane peters out to a rain squall. Yes, that’s what they are predicting now, mostly rain.

But the stinking things are tricky. Last year, Isabella was supposed to be really bad, a Cat 3. We laid in supplies. Gallons of water, an evac bin filled with snacks and TP, the whole nine yards. The evac never came, and I ended up using that water to flush the toilets. It had taken it from the tap, see, so it was paid for :) We lost power for 3 hours, phone stayed on, etc. That was it.

Then the next storm, Gaston, I believe, was supposed to be a nothing. We did not make preparations, and it was a wildish ride. The final gusts of that storm took the trampoline across teh field. There was a voluntary evac, but it was only supposed to be a Cat 1, so we elected to stay home. After all, we’d just lived through Isabella the week before. By the time Gaston got here, and we realized how bad it was, we could not leave, for fear the wind would flip the van off the overpass between us and the high school.

So there you have a look inside the mind of a gal in hurricane alley. The fact is you never know for sure until it’s over.

Now dh is fascinated with storms. He was ready for me to start filling water jugs, and he wanted to also fill the bathtub yesterday. I said, in that lazy southern way of mine, “naw, I don’t think so just yet”, and he acquiesced.

Me, I’m thankful for cooler temps (cloud cover) and a nice breeze (never in teh dog days here, except when a storm lingers off teh coast for days on end).

oh, I promised stuff, too, right? So far this morning, I have checked email, folded laundry and started more, and tidied my clean areas. I’m supposed to start teaching in 10 minutes, the baby needs a diaper, and I could use another gallon of coffee.

Knitting-I’ll be working on ds#2’s sweater and some custom pants today.


Made it to church this morning. The rehearsals for the children’s Christmas musical starts tonight, so we’ll be going back for that.

Went to ACMoore, and picked up some Auracania Nature Wool for some things for the Appalachia Santa Train. My mom and I are collaborating on a set. I am going to make a sweater and hat, pants if I have time, and she will make a baby blanket. This will be her first foray into wool. She plans to hate it, but I have a feeling once she feels that alive fiber (as opposed to lifeless acrylic) under her fingers, she’ll be pleased.

We went around a bit over the yarn choice. Easy care would be a definite plus, and they did have some nice looking acrylic. But it gets so cold in the mountains there. I settled it by putting a skein of acrylic in one of her hands, and wool in the other. “See how this yarn sucks the heat out of your hand, but this one gives it back?” And she did, so we went with wool. It’s a real pretty teal-y yarn, very similar to my Rich Royal Blue.

The things need to be there by November 16, so we have time, but I wanted to get started, because I hate pressure! When I make my goals list this coming year, I am going to add in the benevolence knitting, so I can get in all I want to do.

Dh is getting ready to tie down the shed and trampoline, as we prepare to greet Ophelia. They are still clueless as to what she will actually do, although the Wilmington paper’s Sunday edition practically promised a 2pm Tuesday landfall in Holden Beach, with winds of 90mph. Notice that the paper is sent to print on Saturday evening, but hey, whatever. Wonder if they can let me borrow their magic 8 ball?

We’re not making alot of preparations here. We’ll likely leave for anything more than a low 2. Rest assured, if I hear “mandatory evacuation” my scared white fanny will be outta here. Like the white tailed deer, sorta, yk? If you see the white flash, you better get behind it and start running. As the time grows nearer, we’ll likely lay in a bit more water, and we are filling juice jugs now as we empty them.

Michael Yon : Online Magazine

Michael Yon : Online Magazine

As the Deuce Four heads home this week, they leave behind a Mosul that, while not yet in the clear, is much closer to security and prosperity than anyone would have considered possible eight months ago. In between the daily secret reports Kurilla has brought to his hospital room so he can track his battalion, the Commander watches television news, increasingly frustrated by what he sees as a clear, and inaccurate, negative bias. �When you get the news back here in the states, it�s all doom and body counts. I only wish the American public could see the incredible progress that is being made every day in Iraq, particularly in places like Mosul.�

Pics, pics, pics! And news, of course.

Viola! Zee deska:

Birthday boy with the lickers. That’s what my kids call the beaters after they have been used. Somewhere in the bowl, there is a magical transition, see. They go in beaters and come out lickers. He says his birthday, which was Aug 26 is not over til he has cake. It will be over tonight, the first Saturday that both his dad and granddaddy have been off work. Happy Birthday, DS#3. I love you.

BTW, the other kiddos were mad because I did not make him share 😛

And, finally Miss Bizzy has a new trick. Check this out, she did it all by herself.

And you thought I was busy before 😉

The Anchoress � Both parties entwined in mediocrity

The wise Anchoress hit the nail squarely on the head, AGAIN! Slideshow

Incredible series of pictures. Detailed timeline of events in Katrina, from before the ‘cane until the photographer escaped to Texas. It’s a MUST SEE!

United Press International – The Washington Times, America’s Newspaper

Police from surrounding jurisdictions shut down several access points to one of the only ways out of New Orleans last week, effectively trapping victims of Hurricane Katrina in the flooded and devastated city.
An eyewitness account from two San Francisco paramedics posted on an internet site for Emergency Medical Services specialists says, “Thousands of New Orleaners were prevented and prohibited from self-evacuating the city on foot.”
“We shut down the bridge,” Arthur Lawson, chief of the City of Gretna Police Department, confirmed to United Press International, adding that his jurisdiction had been “a closed and secure location” since before the storm hit.
“All our people had evacuated and we locked the city down,” he said.
The bridge in question — the Crescent City Connection — is the major artery heading west out of New Orleans across the Mississippi River.
Lawson said that once the storm itself had passed Monday, police from Gretna City, Jefferson Parrish and the Louisiana State Crescent City Connection Police Department closed to foot traffic the three access points to the bridge closest to the West Bank of the river.
He added that the small town, which he called “a bedroom community” for the city of New Orleans, would have been overwhelmed by the influx.
“There was no food, water or shelter” in Gretna City, Lawson said. “We did not have the wherewithal to deal with these people.
“If we had opened the bridge, our city would have looked like New Orleans does now: looted, burned and pillaged.”

But — in an example of the chaos that continued to beset survivors of the storm long after it had passed — even as Lawson’s men were closing the bridge, authorities in New Orleans were telling people that it was only way out of the city.

Emphasis added. Go ahead and read it all, it’s not long, but there are a few more salient points. Oh, like firing over the heads of those who dared approach his bridge. I just have one thing to say about this: murderer.

Actually, I have a lot more to say, but most of it is not fit to type. This …..well, it’s one more example of small minions over-stuffed with self importance costing lives and suffering. Nagin and his unused buses. Blanco and her refusal to grant feds authority. Keeping the Red Cross from delivering relief supplies. And this yahoo, blocking the only exit out of the city.

I better stop now before I lose my witness.

BTW, we’re under a hurricane watch. Just so ya know. Guess I better remind my children of the hurricane song I made up for them last year.

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