Hurricane Irma

[bnw]

pron:yess:

 

[Mackeyser]

Well, it's looking like we're gonna take much closer to a direct hit. /shrug

And @LesBaker is right that there's no gas, so it would be awful hard to move 3 cars of people (8 in all with 3 dogs) to anywhere especially as the storm is also moving north...

It's gonna be an adventure.

My mom's house is only 2 years old, fully cinder block and shutters on the windows. I'll put up the last two on Saturday morning, the rest are already up.

Should be fine, although I expect the power to go out, now.

To all the Floridians, Georgians, Carolinians, and even Tennesseeans... Prayers. Boatload of prayers (no pun intended)

 

[bnw]

Well, it's looking like we're gonna take much closer to a direct hit. /shrug

And @LesBaker is right that there's no gas, so it would be awful hard to move 3 cars of people (8 in all with 3 dogs) to anywhere especially as the storm is also moving north...

It's gonna be an adventure.

My mom's house is only 2 years old, fully cinder block and shutters on the windows. I'll put up the last two on Saturday morning, the rest are already up.

Should be fine, although I expect the power to go out, now.

To all the Floridians, Georgians, Carolinians, and even Tennesseeans... Prayers. Boatload of prayers (no pun intended)

Some models show E. TN getting hurricane force winds. I'm going to get everything squared away here just in case. You FL, GA and Carolinas boys good luck, stay safe and prayers your way.

 

[Boston Ram]

Be safe everyone

 

[~lyser]

If it was that easy..........right now it's not.



My friend if it's a 3 or 4 sit tight. If it's a 5 and you can shutter the house sit tight or try to leave but at this stage...........thats a below average plan.

If you flee remember that there is very, very little gas available right now. So you are not getting any further than your one tank will take you.

I have my garage set up as my personal rescue station..........and it's cement block so I can be assured it's safe. I'll close it down and rescue myself.

I am finishing it tomorrow.

A place to take a crap, baby wipes and toilet paper at hand. tick too.

I have enough non perishables to last a few days. Tomorrow I'm going to make high value foods that can be kept cold and eaten cold like tuna salad and scrambled eggs and will place them in a cooler of ice.

One thing I need to figure out is how to get pron during Irma. I have everything else covered.

My data plan is hindering me here.

Ewww...you are going to eat cold scrambled eggs? What the fuck is wrong with you? Get a camping stove fer fucks sakes. What about coffee? You are going to want coffee.

 

[bnw]

Ewww...you are going to eat cold scrambled eggs? What the freak is wrong with you? Get a camping stove fer fucks sakes. What about coffee? You are going to want coffee.

Yes but Les has the best pron so his biggest concern is staying hydrated......even in a flood.

 

[Loyal]

View: https://imgur.com/uYT9Mvb


I wrote this the other day for a Fiction Writing Class...It was about how a story changes when it's told in 3rd person vs 1st person. I have always been gripped by the historical account of the 1900 Galveston hurricane that killed from 6000-12000 people on Sept. 8, 1900. It was estimated to be a Cat 4 hurricane, like Irma is now, It hit with 145 mph winds and was a monster...I hope you like my little story. (Mac, get out!)

Third person

Through a hole in the wood floor, water could be seen racing under the house by Mary Osborn and her two kids. John and Thomas had watched their mother take a hatchet and chop through the oak wood floor in the parlor just moments before. It was a floor that she had lovingly polished to a high gloss in the few years they had lived in Galveston, and so the rising water from the great storm mesmerized them all as they watched it roiling beneath their feet. The moaning of the wind and the creaking of the roof was such that screaming was barely heard.

“Get up the stairs, NOW!” said Mary.

The boys moved towards the stairs with their Mom just behind them. Their home was a few blocks away from the beach, which if any of the Osborne’s could have seen was just one of many individual home-islands in the open sea. Hours before, children in the area wore their “play” clothes to splash in the rising water on a hot September day. No one worried because they had seen many storms and the water had never risen all that high before. The water started moving too swiftly and was rising higher than any had ever witnessed. Not even when a strong hurricane destroyed Indianola fourteen years before had the water reached the stairs of the Osborne home, When Mr. Morrison had come by excitedly telling everyone who would listen that the business on the pier were being destroyed by the surf, people started to fear.

“C’mon boys, let’s go in for some lemonaide,” said Mary. They grudgingly went in while other kids still played.

As Thomas ascended the stairs, throughout the city the water rose five feet in an instant. Water was in the house almost as fast and Mary grabbed her youngest son John’s hand. The boy was up to his neck in the sea by the family piano, which began to move with the water. The boy wrapped his arms around his Mom’s neck and sobbed as his mother climbed the stairs to join Thomas on the second floor.

Grasping their little hands, Mary prayed with the boys on the edge of the bed in her dark room. They sang psalms and hugged one another in the growing darkness. It was then that they felt the house lift gently and begin to move.


First Person

There it is! I thought. My two boys John and Thomas followed me wherever I went in the house because the storm outside was acting like nothing they had ever known and they were scared. I was scared! After making sure the boys were a safe distance away, I looked down at my beautiful oak floors and I began to chop with a hatchet. I didn’t think twice because if the water got into the house it might be anchored by the weight of the water, instead of floating on top of it. The house might be saved as might we be.

My God! I thought. It made my stomach clench with fear as I watched the roiling water rush under our house! What was worse was watching the expression on the boy’s faces. They were terrified. I quickly wondered why we ever moved to Galveston at all, but knew the answer just as fast. In 1896 Mr. Osborne had taken a promotion with the railroad here because Galveston was a wonderful place to raise kids and we all loved the beach. After his accident, it was just the three of us.

James, I need you!

The day had started out fine. It was a hot September day and the boys wanted to play in the water, which was pooling in places we had never seen before.

“Get in your ‘play’ clothes please,” I said.

“Yes Ma’am!!” They said in unison, as they ran upstairs and did a quick change and then out the door and into the fun. The Gulf seemed to be bunched up out there and we were below it somehow, but I didn’t worry about it too much at first. My unease grew when Mr. Morrison told of the pier’s destruction by the incoming waves. It was a well built, sturdy pier with plenty of businesses on it and they were gone. I also was noticing how aggressive the water was behaving as it rose. It was already higher than it was when the Indianola hurricane struck down in Matagorda Bay fourteen years ago, according to Mr. Morrison.

“C’mon boys, let’s go in for some lemonaide,” I said. They grumbled, but they went.

The wind was howling and moaning like a vicious monster, and it was starting to get dark. The water seemed to be closer to bottom of the floor, while I was watching it. No!

“Get up the stairs, NOW!” I told the boys.

As Thomas ascended the stairs, John and I were close behind when it happened. The water rose high in an instant up to John’s neck! I reached for him by the hand, and drew him up and he put his arms around my neck and he sobbed.

Oh God, save my kids!

We struggled to get to the stairs and somehow rose out of the water after pushing our floating piano out of the way. We climbed up the stairs and went to my room in the dark. The wind was shrieking and I heard roof tiles lift from the house.

“Sing with Momma,” I said and we did. We sang favorite hymes from our Church as I held them tight to me.

“I love you.” I told them.

I could feel the house gently lift from its foundation and begin to move

 

[LesBaker]

Ewww...you are going to eat cold scrambled eggs? What the freak is wrong with you? Get a camping stove fer fucks sakes. What about coffee? You are going to want coffee.

I'm actually going to go swap out my propane tank for the grill so I can at least cook some things after the storm because like Mac said the power is going to be out for who knows how long. I expect it'll be a few days and everything around here is electric not natural gas.

I hope this doesn't get ugly, but I suspect it will.

 

[bnw]

I'm actually going to go swap out my propane tank for the grill so I can at least cook some things after the storm because like Mac said the power is going to be out for who knows how long. I expect it'll be a few days and everything around here is electric not natural gas.

I hope this doesn't get ugly, but I suspect it will.

Hang in there! Store as much tap water as you can. .....fill your bathtub.....and don't forget you still have some in the tank of your toilet. Got bleach? If you don't have a generator perhaps you can take your car battery inside if flooding is a concern? Good luck!

 

[nighttrain]

oh man it looks like Cuba may just disappear
train

 

[~lyser]

I'm actually going to go swap out my propane tank for the grill so I can at least cook some things after the storm because like Mac said the power is going to be out for who knows how long. I expect it'll be a few days and everything around here is electric not natural gas.

I hope this doesn't get ugly, but I suspect it will.

Good luck brother! You will also need drugs, lots of drugs.

 

[SteezyEndo]

Store as much tap water as you can.

55 gal polyester drum under roof gutter...Might as well get something back for free.

 

[OldSchool]

Hope Sellasie isn't out on his boat with Warren Sapp or they'll be a modern Gilligans Island. And I doubt Sapp will let anybody call him little buddy so we know how that story ends.

Kidding aside stay safe Rams Fam.

 

[Selassie I]

Hope Sellasie isn't out on his boat with Warren Sapp or they'll be a modern Gilligans Island. And I doubt Sapp will let anybody call him little buddy so we know how that story ends.

Kidding aside stay safe Rams Fam.

Hahahahaha

The boat is out of the water...and fishing is on hold for a few weeks at minimum.

 

[LesBaker]

Hahahahaha

The boat is out of the water...and fishing is on hold for a few weeks at minimum.

Why for a few weeks

 

[RhodyRams]

That bitch headed straight for my condo in Naples like it has GPS

 

[LesBaker]

That bitch headed straight for my condo in Naples like it has GPS

Don't worry, I knew you weren't there so I stole all yer shit months ago hahaha. If you want to me go take a look after the shit settles down I can do that. I will probably come back Monday.

Kidding aside it is heading right this way and my brother who has kept me ahead of the news said that it's a good idea to leave.

So I am going to @Selassie I 's house to crash the party.

Actually I'm thinking about going to join my girly girl who is at her parents house in St. Pete. They are in Maryland right now on a previously planned trip. She went up there because she was worried the storm was coming here and I told her to relax it was just going to be heavy rain and a lot of wind and Miami was going to take the big hit.

Crow is delicious too!!!

 

[Loyal]

That bitch headed straight for my condo in Naples like it has GPS

wow....Naples looks like it will be a direct hit..sorry man.

 

[Selassie I]

Why for a few weeks

Did you mean for that to he in blue?

The seas stay jacked up for a couple of weeks usually after a big one like this.

 

[Mojo Ram]

Did you mean for that to he in blue?

The seas stay jacked up for a couple of weeks usually after a big one like this.

Was thinking about you dude. Did you get you and your fam the fuck out of there or what?