The remnants of Ike are passing overhead this morning. We got Gustaf this way too. All muggy and rainy and hot. I insisted on the AC last night, though it took some superinsisting. The winds are really howling too, the sunflower is bent over so that the flower is scraping the ground. They do seem to have one big flaw - being top-heavy.
What do you suppose our big flaw is? I've heard desire, I've heard ego, I've heard consciousness. Sometimes when I get up in the morning, I think it must be our spine.
Already I've seen two people have their umbrellas flip inside out on them. It really is folly to try to use an umbrella since the rain is falling sideways with the wind. Once I bought an "unbreakable" umbrella, I can't remember what it was called, something like the "wind avenger". It broke, naturally.
There's a weird mystery going on here. We didn't leave the house yesterday and spent most of it in the computer room where we can both be Gladys Kravitz and monitor the comings and goings in the building. Well the guy downstairs who hasn't quite finished paying this month's rent and who has had several bizarre stories as to why not (in hospital, don't know why as he was found asleep in his car in front of the video store, had his identity stolen and they drained five grand from his bank account, needs to go to Toronto to get the money - he was supposed to go Tues, then Thurs, then Saturday but he hasn't gone yet) and this morning his car is parked out front with one of the windows down. Yesterday he made several trips out to his car with his tv and boxes of things. Hmmm. His car is empty now though. Serge thinks he went to the pawn shop. I think he's planning to flee. Frankly, I'm hoping for the latter.