Once again we dodged the ole hurricane bullet. We know it won't be that way every single time but will take and be grateful for all the misses we can. People always say how they would never live here because of hurricanes. At least with canes you have days if not weeks to prepare. Tornadoes and earthquakes just blindside you with no notice whatsoever.
On the upside, living here the rest of the time is a complete weather pleasure. Granted you have a few chilly days scattered in during January but by February spring is poking its head again. After almost eight years of living here I've learned my favorite season is anytime.
We are far enough inland to feel basically safe(r) from a hurricane storm surge although we also realize that we can still have significant to devastating damage. Potato/Potahtoe.
Bad things can happen anywhere, at any time, to anyone.
That is why you need to live where you feel happy. We were happy in Georgia for decades and decades. Then the opportunity came up for Tim to transfer here with a pretty big promotion so he took it. He lived here for well over a year before we followed him down. My brother graciously let Tim live at his house, probably the longest year of his bachelor life, but we were/are grateful for his hospitality.
I enjoy the warmer weather. We still have a touch of autumn and a whisking of winter but most of the time it's flip flops and shorts.
My favorite uniform.
I'm not even sure why I still have a sock drawer. I could get by with a four pack of footies and a pair of tube socks just in case. Instead I have a huge drawer stuffed with so many socks I could put on a sock puppet Woodstock, including the attending crowd of socks.
Tomorrow I am purging that drawer, boxing up the probably fifty pair of random socks and mailing them to a non profit in a much colder climate. I'm including the many heavy sweaters and a whole bunch of jeans that I just store under a window cabinet in my bedroom. Why in the world do I need ten pair of Levi's? Levi shorts, maybe...but long pants? No.
I did give away or donate most of my winter coats after moving here. Seemed silly to hang onto them after a year or so of living here.
And the comforters and sheets to beds we no longer have? Why am I hoarding old blankets and comforters?
Maybe I'm the reason for poverty in third world countries. (kidding but not kidding)
All good questions.
Some comments are meant to be lighthearted or in jest, but still...why am I hanging on to all these things? Especially when they could be made useful and make a difference to someone else.
I'll be honest. I think we're all tired of cleaning up after Helene and Milton. They must have been one miserable married couple to wreak the havoc they did on the east coast...and up into the mountains.
Weather, good and bad is everywhere. You can't run from Mother Nature, she'll always beat you. Every time.
I'm getting a pile together tomorrow...a big pile.
I'll keep my most sentimental and favorite hoodies, of course my Harley jacket and about two days worth of cold outfits. That's usually the length of a cold snap here, so the rest is only taking up space instead of helping someone else who needs it.
I still have clothes I wore when I first met Tim in the late eighties. I even have the pajamas my Diddy wore when he was wheeled into the hospital in 2002 with West Nile Virus. I still have the wedding dress my mother wore when she married our Diddy in the early 1950's. It's in a garbage bag in my garage, in horrific condition but wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.
I have so many towels, clothes, blankets, sheets, comforters, kitchen gadgets and random small appliances that I could go on the old "Let's Make a Deal" and totally get on stage.
I feel a bit ashamed that I haven't thought of this yet...but I've thought of it now.
Freeing up my junk space, which is awesome but also providing someone else an even better space.
Being a good person.
That's all it takes...and doesn't cost one red cent.
Til next time...COTTON
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