We were quite
fortunate yesterday. A squall line blew through here in the late
afternoon. Johnson City had trees and
power lines down. The 30-mile an hour
gust that rattled our cage treated the pool solar blanket like a sale. It filled it with wind and then picked up the
24-foot blanket roller and dumped it, with the solar blanket, into the
pool. It also blew leaves and detritus
into the pool.
In the Smokey Mountain NP, two people were
killed. 8 others were injured. As I said, we were lucky.
I was
watching the squall line on radar and saw two tornado signatures at the
approximate wrong time and place. The
damage is being reported, today, as “consistent with 70 knot winds. As I said, we were lucky.
My guitar has
been sitting in its hard-shell case, calling for attention. I finally broke down on the 4th
and let it out to breathe. “After all, I
probably have enough muscle memory and strength to generate something
approaching music.” And the truth is that I’ve put it away for some long
periods previously and picked it up again with no more difficulty than forming
new calluses. Ten minutes of hope
quickly informed me that TANSTAAFL was the operative clause in this
fiasco. The muscle strength and memory
that do surface are just pitiable remnants of what I had and what I need.
I’m tempted
to write one of these entries without a follow-up or assist from Spell
Check. The number of left hand errors
and problems would be highly demonstrative of what scares me. Yes, scares me. That’s why I probably won’t write such an
entry.
Shabbat Shalom!
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