Thursday, September 9, 2004
Humid, wet, rainy
People in the lower apartments were evacuated. We helped anyone who needed it to get their belongings to higher ground, checked on older people who stayed, and rounded up wet and confused outdoor cats, getting them to safety. I filled the tub and buckets with water, in case power/water/gas went out, made several pots of tea, hardboiled the eggs left in the fridge, made some sesame noodles to be eaten cold, and cooked a dinner of wild salmon with pasta in basil/pesto sauce for anyone who wanted some.
The police advised people to leave in case the power and electricity went out, and a little old Irish lady who’s lived here for 38 years said, “You’re full of shite” and stomped off in her wellies.
The brook is about 5 feet lower this morning than it was yesterday, but I’m leaving my car on high ground. There was an uprooted tomato plant with tomatoes still on it – if I thought I could safely rescue it, I would have taken it and replanted it and tried to find its owner when things dry out. A tree stump sits on the top of the bridge railing, which was completely underwater yesterday.
Today is supposed to be the day where Frances really hits. The air is so thick it’s like breathing water. I got my hair cut this morning – although I seriously doubt there will be a reception in Greenwich tonight, and even if there is, I can’t wear the good shoes that go with my dress, not in this weather. As it is, I don’t have any shoes that make sense in this weather that are dry – everything got soaked yesterday and hasn’t been able to dry. Since the laundry room is flooded, I can’t toss them into the drier. So they’re lined up on newspapers and dripping.
So much for having a few good writing days, right?
I got word that the link for Cutthroat Charlotte is up, but my server won’t get me there to check it, so I can’t post it yet. Urgh. I managed to polish two issues of both Cutthroat Charlotte and Angel Hunt yesterday and get them to my editor. I’m way behind where I want to be on Angel Hunt, and feel rather distracted today. I’m going to take a few minutes to try to refocus, and then get back to work.
Now n2arts tells me they’re not accepting new articles for awhile. So much for that turning into a steady gig! I’ll make a note and re-query in a month or two.
The local paper had a section in about local colleges. I’m taking the information from it and using it as a basis to send out more class/workshop proposals for spring and summer.
I wish the thunderstorm would happen already. I have the pre-thunderstorm headache and it’s slowing me down.
And, in general, I want the storm to be over so that we know what we’re dealing with.
It was windy, and suddenly it got very, very quiet. I think it’s going to break any moment.
Coming soon: Cutthroat Charlotte, an action/adventure pirate saga on the high seas!