Author: Catherine

While I wait for Hurricane Ian to hit Florida, it's time to repost a blog from the past ... CE

It was a dark and stormy night. The year was 1964. Hurricane Dora hit us shortly after midnight on September 10th. The power was out for six days. Trees were down, streets were flooded, the beaches were a mess, President Johnson was coming to town, schools were closed, and our lives came to a halt.

It didn’t matter that we had to use candles at night to see where we were going. It didn’t matter that we used cans of Sterno in the barbecue grill to cook our food. We ran out of charcoal, and it was much too hot to use the fireplace. It didn’t matter that we couldn’t go to the beach. All beaches were declared disaster areas. We had water, the telephone worked, and we had a battery operated radio. Most important of all … we had each other.

A matter of great importance, at least to me, was that the Beatles were coming to town to perform at the Gator Bowl. The Beatles! Here! John, Paul, George, and Ringo were going to be at the stadium singing my favorite songs. I was beside myself. I was in love with George. If only we could meet. I would leave my boyfriend and marry George. Silly, foolish girl…

Dark and stormy soon became dark and gloomy. My boyfriend refused to take me to the Beatles concert. I, who had no money at all, offered to find a way to pay for the tickets. My soon-to-be-almost-ex-boyfriend said it wasn’t about the money … it was about him not wanting to see the Beatles. He was jealous of George. That had to be it!

Yes! It was about to become very dark and gloomy. I refused to talk to my steady beau until he agreed to drive to the stadium just so I could see the lights and maybe hear the music. The lights were bright, the parking lot was half full, and I couldn’t see a thing. The music was loud and the ground was vibrating, just a little. For a moment, that was good enough for me and all was forgiven.

I sometimes think about Hurricane Dora, President Johnson, Sterno, no school, candlelight, my former boyfriend, picnics on the family room floor, the stories our parents shared with us, the importance of family … and, of course, the Beatles.

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Martha's Vineyard, a Massachusetts island, sits in the Atlantic just south of Cape Cod. A longtime New England summer colony, it encompasses harbor towns and lighthouses, sandy beaches and farmland. It's accessible only by boat or air. Vineyard Haven, on the eastern end, is a ferry port and the island's commercial center. Oak Bluffs has Carpenter Gothic cottages and an iconic carousel. ― Google

Cry me a river!

Millions flood Texas, Arizona and New Mexico illegally. What does Joe Biden do?

Joe Biden flies illegals to Florida and New York in the dead of night.

One of the flights to Florida brought a man who pretended to be a teenager. He was taken in by a giving family. Then, the illegal (who was not a teenager but a 20-something man) murdered the father of the family that took him into their home.

Fifty (50) illegals get sent to Martha’s Vineyard and you would think it was the end of the world.

Chicago is a sanctuary city and boy did Chicago’s mayor, Lori Lightfoot, go nuts whining and complaining when Chicago received a few illegals.

DC and NYC went batshit crazy because, as sanctuary cities, they don’t want illegals being sent VOLUNTARILY to their sanctuary cities.

Let’s place the blame where it belongs … on Joe Biden’s open border shoulders.

Joe put Kamala Harris in charge as the “Border Czar.” Kamala has yet to visit the REAL southern border, but she didn’t waste any time complaining that her job was too hard.

So, the liberals are on fire about Governor DeSantis sending illegals to Martha’s Vineyard and Governor Abbott sending them to Chicago, NYC and DC.

Boo phuckin’ hoo and suck it up, liberals.

I’m done … ~CE

Cry Me A River
by Diana Krall

I am all too familiar with this form of cancer and the aggressive chemo treatments it took to get rid of it.

I tried listening to the Jackass in Chief, Joe Biden. Truly I did. However, old Joe started off by telling a story about something that happened back in the 1950’s, and I suspect Joe was making it up just like he makes up so many of his stories.

I didn’t need Story Time with Old Joe!

Here is the lowdown on his little speech. I turned him off so if he took any questions, or if he is still yammering about nothing, this is what he was going to talk about – student loan debt.

Needless to say, and like so many other Americans, I am really pissed off about old Joe’s plan to forgive $300,000,000,000.

~CE

How very lovely that Joe Biden is able to take another vacation. That seems to be his job these days … one or two days at work then off for another vaca!

I’ve not had a vacation since my trip to Canada a few years back. Well, you could say that being retired is a daily vacation, but it’s really not.

While on my retirement “vacation,” I’ve had cancer, lived through six months of chemo (worst experience ever), survived open heart surgery and months of rehab, stayed inside through nearly two years of the COVID crisis, and today my health prevents me from driving as much as I would like to drive not that I can afford to gas up the old car more than I would like.

The high cost of gas, airplane tickets, hotels, food, etc. pretty much puts an end to any vacation plans I might have had, but that’s okay. I’m happy staying at home … most days.

However, God forbid anything should stop old Joe from taking another vacation while the country burns down around his shuffling feet.

© Catherine Evermore. All rights reserved.

Florida
by Patty Griffin