don’t drink the water

Does anybody out there know how to effectively filter or otherwise purify water to make it drinkable? Boil it for five minutes, add bleach, what? I think I’ll be making friends with Mr. Google to find out. Post-storm there seems to be a problem with our community well and until the problem’s tracked down and resolved we’ll be buying bottled water. Or boiling and bleaching. Or whatever. Meanwhile, it’s kind of like everybody here had an unplanned Mexico vacation…and drank the water. Fortunately, the small people drink bottled apple juice and milk so they’re not really affected.

In other news, Wild Wild West book discussion at the Cherry Forums. Ask me anything. I’ll pop in periodically to answer questions. After I go get some non-contaminated water.

4 steaming cups of coffee!

Miss Lonely Hearts has been reviewed by Coffee Time Romance! 4 Cups, and reviewer Maura even liked the ugly dog. 😉

“I really enjoyed this story. The author does not overload it with extra characters and makes each and every one of the quirky denizens of The Last Resort special, even the interchangeable and silent Lawrence twins…This is a warm and funny story that I will definitely read again and if we gave out half cups this would get 4 ½ cups for sure.”

small miracles

We’re finally back on the grid and grateful for small miracles. Indoor plumbing! Hot and cold running water! The ability to keep food cold and also make food hot. Nothing like being unable to wash dishes to make you appreciate that little chore, too.

This storm was on a par with last year’s Dec. storm, it turns out. Winds clocked up to 100 mph. No idea how much damage there is, we didn’t try to get out of our neighborhood yesterday. Our yard’s full of broken branches and storm debris, but nothing that can’t be cleaned up in an afternoon. Judging by how many areas were affected and how many people lost power, I’m guessing it’s a mess out there.

But this morning I can brew coffee. I missed that yesterday. Weird but true, you can plug your refrigerator into a generator and keep food from spoiling, but you can’t brew coffee; it takes too much power. This morning I’m also marveling at the quiet. Rain is spattering on the roof, but the wind isn’t roaring, generators aren’t revving all around the neighborhood, it’s just quiet after the storm. That seems like a miracle. And a lesson to remember; storms blow through with lots of noise and drama, and then life continues quietly on.

Stormy Poetry Monday

Might be offline for Poetry Monday due to weather. Storm prep is done (wood for woodstove in, food pre-cooked, gas for generator and water stored) so we’ll be sitting tight waiting out the wind.

a colorless sky
electrifies the air
it moves in implacable from the ocean

high in the trees sound begins
a warning hiss now, later a roar
like a freight train riding invisible storm rails

driven to this shore
by what unseen engineer whose breath
gives flight to hummingbird or hurricane?

Veteran’s day

I know these two guys. Let’s call them Kyle and Steve. Kyle’s an excellent cartoonist and writer and actor. Steve is good at drama and singing and not shabby with a pen, either. They are smart guys, creative guys, and they are guys who wore a uniform. They went to Germany and Asia, they lived in strange places among strange people, far from their families. They put their lives and their talents to work for the benefit of their branches of the armed forces. They served. They sacrificed. They are two of many, but they are two I can put faces and names to, my brother and my cousin.

The military is full of cousins and brothers and uncles and yes, sisters and aunts and mothers. Men and women who serve and sacrifice and are sent far from their families, who will not be home for the holidays.

To all those strangers who serve and sacrifice for me, whose names and faces I do not know, you are remembered and honored. And for those whose names and faces I do know, thank you.