Last night sometime, while I was sitting around here doing nothing at all & enjoying myself immensely while accomplishing this feat, my dog began to growl at the front door.
"Damn in-laws!" I thought to myself. And I was right...
Stanley allows them access & Billy comes in ranting & raving about the weather; "Are yur chainsaw sharpened up & running? There's gonna be free firewood everywhere!"
So I tell him my saws are all in good order, and then he goes on to question me about the saws & how I managed this, to have them all running. So I tell him. "I installed new plugs & fuel".
And then, the SHTF!
"Why isn't yur TV on?"
"Haven't ya heard?""
"It's gonna be the storm of the century!"
"Why isn't yur TV on????"
I was all, kinda, in a daze, for a second. I had seen Billy all worked up about stuff before, and I usually just let him, ease himself out of it, by making the odd acknowledgement of whatever he was saying, until he settled down some. But tonight was different. He was very excited!
So I looked up the old, "Weather Network", on the TV & the computer, and sure enough, after a few seconds of looking & searching, there it was. A hurricane, named, Sandy. And it " Might" come up our way!
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Billy went on about all of the preparations he was doing for his place; " firewood, chainsaws, fuel, generator, more fuel, moving vehicles away from tall trees, more chainsaws, more fuel, etc...
I went into my usual, quiet mode, making the, odd acknowledgement, of what he was saying, knowing to myself that, this action would cause him to leave, shortly, or, soon enough. And he did. And, I promised, I would look more into this, coming catastrophe.
And, I have. And now, I'm still just, sitting here, in my long underwear pajamas now, doing nothing.
I think, I'm about as prepared as I'll ever be, for whatever type of weather disaster, MIGHT make it up this far.
The saws are in running order (but the larger saw needs a new chain) & there's fuel enough to keep the smaller saw running for half a day or longer, if need be.
We have cabbage rolls in the freezer & canned goods in the pantry (and two cats & a dog if I run out of fresh meat).
If it gets really bad, I know for a fact that the baby has stashed some crackers down the side of my couch (they go good with fresh cat, right?)
And, as for power, I guess I will charge up my deep-cycle batteries, later, sometime, if I feel like it...
And, last but not least, the youngest MacCharles brother, Gord (Good Gord!), has a front row seat to this show down in Cuba some place, so I asked him to send me along some pics to my android-phone thing-a-ma-jig. That would be just, way too cool!
So, this all sounds like it could be fun...
Come on Hurricane Sandy.
Bring it on!
P.S.
I not really eat my own cats. I just use them to hunt other cats in the neighborhood!