Cut off and happy

I loved watching the storm last night. I opened all three French doors, pulled the recliner over, grabbed a bottle of apple wine, put my Lady Pit in my lap and settled in. The Girls slid up next to me before long.

I am, at this moment, physically cut off from the rest of the world. Its a good feeling. The road that takes us from my little sliver of the inter-coastal waterways to the main land is under water. Not sure how deep, don’t much care, but it’s a couple hundred feet wide. Don’t much care about that either. If I did, I’d put my kayak in the water and find out the depth, maybe find the road under the water, mark the path and drive my truck into town. If driving to town is posdible. Doesn’t seem to be much of a current but if there was, it woukd only take me to town. Which I am happy enough to be separated from.

It’s a peaceful easy feeling. We lost power some time back. Made our inlet nice and quiet. Of sorts. The storm was noisy, but there is no hum from the refrigerator either. I have a generator. Haven’t used it yet. I am enjoying the sounds of nature, family and my neighbors to much. Maybe I’ll crank it up when I run out of ice. Yeti coolers are money, so maybe I won’t run out of ice.

I was up early as I always am and the 1st thing I noticed (beyond the Hell jounds and the Girls) was the silence. No wind, no rain, no sound from the refrigerator. Quick check of the house while Girl glares and my Lady Pit bounces around. Neither would go out for the bathroom in the rain. Ton Spawn was sleeping in, the storm kept him up, the house was intact.

The water is high, maybe 5 ft, right at the edge of our retaining wall and over lapping my dock. We use to be surrounded by wet lands. To our front, the river/ bay, ocean and one of our larger and more popular barrier island. Which i am sure did its protecting us from the wind and storm surge. On the other three sides was wet lands and a road. Now  they are under Lord only knows how much water. I climbed up to the roof/ bbq area of my boat shed and checked out my street. We all did well. The one tree in my street, happens to be in my yard, fell. Ground was to wet to hold it, and it fell across the street. Not much of a tree or obstacle but since you can’t really drive around it now, it needed to be #1 on my to do list. Our little road was cut, and since no one was hurt, or in immediate danger, restoring our high speed avenues of approach became the priorty #1.

I love the silence. We are always quiet,  but this morning it was silent. I wanted to keep it going so I used a pocket saw instead of a chain saw. Made two cuts, which made three peices of tree and cleared the road. A short walk took me tout the next obstacle. Water. The road was cut at the community boat ramp. Not much one can do about that so I turned around and walked back.

And I do have power of sorts. Couple solar panels, couple of deep cycle marine batteries and we have been keeping our phones and tablets fully charged. Could do the same with either the truck or the SUV, but I haven’t cranked either. My neighbors have. In fact the guy at the far end of the road has a small generator going. I hear it occasionally and he came by to let us know we could stash food in his freezer, charge our phones etc. Which we took advantage of. The food storing.

He laughed when I told  him I had a generator but wasn’t using it. They all think I am crazier then a shit house rat but seem to enjoy my company any which way

I did cook for everyone earlier today. By God’s good graces we don’t have much clean up to do. Us even less because I stashed most of our stuff. Nothing major, burgers and dogs, some chicken and fish. Stuff we needed to cook before it went bad. I cooked, kept an eye on some older kids and drank slightly chilled homemade wine while they all worked.

One of the other guys tried to AMOG me.  Some lame joke about me cooking and baby sitting. I laughed, said I didn’t want to break a nail and took a long pull off my bottle of wine. Amature. There he was picking up various bits of debris,  there I was enjoying myself, grilling, drinking and watching the kids and dogs run.

It’s a pretty good life

Truly we are blessed

Life is funny. I could tell the road being cut bothered some people. A quick plan, made up on the fly settled them down. Overt displays of masculine confidence and mastery over the world around you always settles the bitches. Of both sexes. The Girls slid up next to me after the ad-hoc meeting. Daddy likes

All the shit I have on hand for emergencies and I’m not really using any of it. It’s been a very mild disaster for us. More like camping at home. I could be bossier, but why?

I had some regular non treated 2×4’s stashed in the rafters of my garage. A little work with a hand saw and now we have some fire wood. I invited the neighborhood over, all 5 families but not sure any will show up.

Almost everything amuses me. This storm hasn’t been any different on that front. Was interesting watching the Betas be stoic and sort of flippant about the storm. Good, strong  family men. Yeoman worthy of the tittle. The kids have had a blast. My Lady Pit has run wild today because there is no place for her to run off to now that we are a mini island. She has knocked all the kids down at least once. On purpose each time. Girl hasn’t left Ton Spawn or the Girls alone. She sticks to them like glue these days.  I can tell the other dudes wives are happy. Their men were right, no need to evacuate, they can now rest in the strength and decsion making skills of their man. Lest for a few days.

Everyone enjoyed that feeling you get when things are better in the morning. I could tell they all took pride and enjoyment out of cleaning up after the storm, pride and enjoyment in the various clever tricks they came up with to over come the obstacles of having no power, running water and what not. Plus the shared experience of sheltering in place

Time to go put sauce on the chicken and check my trout line before it’s fire pit, wine and pitching woo time

I know many folks are suffering right now, but the Lord was kind to me and mine last night.

Y’all take care now


15 thoughts on “Cut off and happy

  1. superslaviswife

    Take care and enjoy the seclusion. I remember the feeling of being snowed in in Wales with no net or phone signal. At first there’s the slight panic as you make sure the food is OK, the electric is running properly. Then I got upset because I had to hike out for 30 minutes up to the pig shed to get enough mobile signal to talk to Jon. But at the end of the day, when everything was straightened out, it was nice to just stay in and enjoy a fire and making food and kids and pets running around indoors and wildlife outside the window. Plus, our outdoor “fridge” for holiday food quickly became an outdoor “freezer” and we had to walk up the road with a cart for a final food delivery off the main road and to check in on the neighbours, so there was plenty to keep us busy. Would do again, preferably with kids of my own and Jon present.

      1. superslaviswife

        Stay safe out there then. And make sure to keep everyone level-headed. Panic about daft things spreads a lot faster than motivation to fix important ones, for some reason.

      2. superslaviswife

        They actually added “freeze” to the stress response. I’d say between “flee” and “freeze” most humans are covered.

      3. SFC Ton Post author

        lol I didn’t know that but it makes sense

        One of the 1st things I noticed about small unit leadership/ small business owners as a civilian was the tendency for owners to sort of shut down or put off decisions hoping things would magically improve

      4. superslaviswife

        In my opinion it’s actually an infant response, not an adult one. Children are not strong enough to fight off or flee from danger. Their safest bet is looking helpless and hoping either the danger bypasses them or an adult comes to rescue them. In very stressful situations, such as during a bomb raid, it would make sense for flee to return to the rota, as helplessness has no other response. But procrastination regarding difficult decisions is also a sign of it. It’s worrying how easily modern western humans will freeze. I’m sure there’s a million factors as to why it is, but the end result is something completely dysfunctional.

  2. Ame

    ahhh … storms, silence, and a confident leader; priceless.
    knowing you are blessed … immeasurable.

    the few i still keep up with in florida rode it out, too, and are fine.

    – – –

    ‘freeze’ added to the fight, flight … interesting. i get it, though.

    1. SFC Ton Post author

      LOL thank you

      This is the 2nd one where I have lived by the coast, but really it’s about being mentally engaged, waiting to find the right place, knowing what to be flexible on and where not to budget. In this case knowing the inter-coastal waterways and behind a barrier island equals protection from the wind and someplace for the water to go besides your living room

      A little luck and a double dose of Providence goes a long way

  3. BuenaVista

    I flew some people out of Baton Rouge, after Katrina. Flew down to Atlanta, fueled up, and turned west to Louisiana. The eeriest sensation was entering the storm zone in Alabama and for the next few hundred miles hearing … nothing … on the radios. Occasionally a National Guard Blackhawk or C-130, but a couple of hours of silence while the sun went down. Flying alone in the dark one always settles in with the radio patter and mentally charts who’s going where. Not that night. An overcast night it was a silent, black hole.

    Then, Baton Rouge was complete and utter bedlam, busier than O’Hare with a lot less control. I had to wait 18 hours to fuel up, the list was that long, and they ran out of avgas. Nonstop military helicopter activity, private jets and ambulances, more C-130s.


    WashDC completely freaks and shuts down if two inches of snow fall. At the same time, people stop driving and go home and sit inside while dramatizing the incipient “blizzard.” I had a great first date once on such an evening; I was still climbing out of my blue pill stupor post-divorce, and I about had a heart attack before I asked her for her phone number on a flight from London. We agreed to meet a few days later in a french bistro on Wisconsin.

    She was just returning from AfPak, and a little hardier than your average girl; she was dressed to the nines, including stilettos, and she appeared to have actually had her hair done in old-school fashion, and we were alone in the Georgetown wine bar for an hour, then joined by one other whispering couple. The mood was that of conspirators, happy conspirators. I walked her home in those stilettos in the winter silence (which probably ruined the shoes while freezing her feet, but she said nothing). She started crying when I kissed her goodnight. “I … I have a child” she said, and fled inside. She’s going blind now.


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