Brief note - I recently joined substack to support a podcast I really like, and it reminds me of blogging. I decided to come back here and check on the old gal. Y'all... I've had this blog for over 20 years. I started it in 2005. Dang! It has been Blogunta then Tales of a Lonely Army Wife then Tales of a Lonely Army Wife No More then This is my Forties... so much is recorded here. If google ever drops this service I'm going to have a lot of downloading to do to back this puppy up.
This will be a gleefully uneventful post, but I thought I should at least inform everyone of our whereabouts during Frankenstorm. On Friday the landfall predictions were further south, which had the eye passing near our tiny town after obliterating Dover, DE. We happen to be surrounded by water. The Patuxent River on one side, Chesapeake Bay on the other, plenty of swamps and creeks in between. Not a good prospect. Josh and I had gone out that night to try and secure supplies and already, there were no batteries or flashlights. We also don't have a grill and thought "we'll try Lowe's tomorrow"I mean, most people already own grills... right? Everything in our house is run on electricity (including the water pump for the well) except for the fireplace. I don't know what builders are thinking when they do that. I at least want a gas stove and water heater! So, anyways. We got a few hours of sleep before trying to brave the crowds...
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