Dorian is still out there, no threat to Cayman, but nonetheless food for thought. I have friends in Hatteras and all over Virginia Beach, where Dorian is now. Plus news is coming out about The Bahamas devastasion.

I built my house with hurricanes in mind, but Dorian makes me realize that nothing can stand up to a hurricane. A structure may be rated to withstand winds of 250 miles per hour, but missing is the time factor, 250 miles per hour for how long?

The buildings here that survived hurricane Ivan in 2004 were weakened by the storm, will they survive another? My old apartment from Ivan seems fine now, but in the storm, a big section of roof was lifting and flapping in the wind. Now, gravity is holding it in place, but was it repaired? I doubt it. How many other similar examples exist?

Fear of hurricanes Friday.

…..the names have been omitted to protect the guilty.

Thursday Morning, September Fifth.

0525: Took suspects on their daily furlough, it was a normal, uneventful exercise routine. I say normal, except one of the suspects deficated in the middle of the street.

0550: Suspects were left in the yard of the compound, while the warden (me) entered the main building for normal preparation for the days activities.

O559: Heard commotion, coming from the yard, went to investigate. Upon my arrival, I found the suspects behaving pecularly innocently.

0602: Nabbed the suspect with the worse criminal record. Remanded her* to solitary.

0610: Upon returning to normal daily preparations, I noticed no further commotion coming from the yard, verifying the correct suspect was nabbed.

0625: Suspect in the yard was returned to main building. The suspected suspect was released from solitary. Normal mealtime was observed for both suspects. Order and normal routines have been restored.

We always get our…….. Pooch!

• (* Any good detective can figure out which of the above suspects is the guilty party..)

Our neighbors must hate us. Dogs barking incessantly..

Me, drying off after my shower, feeling the immediate need to go out and shut those damn dogs up, but being inhibited by nakedness.

We are the people my wife and I complain about, leaving their dogs out barking all day and all night. (Except ours aren’t out all the time, they’re mostly indoors.)

The feeling that if I respond every time they bark, they’re training me, and not vice versa.

Controlling wild animals.

And other things snowballing similarly too probably..

Wife and I were watching some kinda space series on TV last night. The captain of the spaceship was regularly using the word “fuck”. On my Navy ship, the Captain might use the word when we’re on liberty or talking privately, but he’s not going to use it making a speech or addressing the crew.

Cursing, and probably other things are snowballing. First, it becomes acceptable in daily life and public. Then, it goes on TV where the next generation of youngsters thinks it’s the acceptable norm.

I bet, in the next 50 years, the President of the United States uses the word “fuck” in a televised speech.

I remember, in the late ’60’s, learning the words “fuck” and “shit”. And “piss”. I thought piss and shit were excellent words to describe what they were. I also thought that we invented the words, right there on the playground.

On a side note, one day, my best gradeschool friend told me in all seriousness and earnestness, that he invented diarrhea. I still razz him about that today! Not sure if he meant the word, or the …… actual stuff.

I remember using the word “fuck” on the playground, and a fellow 9 year old asked me if I knew what it meant. I didn’t, really, and he explained it using a bunch of words that I didn’t know what they meant either. Words like “vagina” and “sperm”. But I remember he gave an accurate biology lesson, there on the 4th or 5th grade playground at the elementary school. Pretty funny, looking back. I wonder who taught it to him?

What other things in society are snowballing like curse words? I think they’re the reason the older generations always think the younger generations are so fucked up!

Have a great day!

My heart goes out to those in the Bahamas, Hurricane Dorian, category 5, stopped right over them and is just grinding them to pieces.

I remember Hurricane Ivan here, it was moving slow as it went by in 2004. I’ll never frget it and hope to never go through anything like it again.

I get pretty frustrated with the dogs some mornings, first off, I can’t seem to get out of the door without dog leashes wrapped around my legs. This morning, I told them to sit/stay, which they do pretty well, put the leashes on them opened the door with my back against the doorframe, and told them to go outside. There’s a huge space in front of me, virtually none behind me, yet one dog gotta squeeze behind me… Now I got leashes around my legs and I’m angry.

We get on the street, they’re pulling, every day, we work on “no pulling”, They “heel!” pretty good after the first block…

Today Daisy pooped in the middle of the street while she walked, crapping like a frikkin’ horse.

This morning, I just couldn’t handle it. After the first block, I was so frustrated I turned around and took ’em home.

Then I went swimming. Ahhhhh! Floating in the sea first thing in the morning is my favorite sensation. I’ll be thinking about it all day.

All my stress melted like sugar in seawater.

And it’s Friday! Have a good weekend!

On Monday and Wednesdays, our two pups go to dawgie day care. Cay9 Resort and Spa.

The dogs love it, Daisy especially.

Although I think Daisy might be the school slut…

Lenny is more of a loner type..

But he and Daisy love each other.

I pick them up after work, they get in back of the van, happy (and wet), they come home, eat and fall asleep, exhausted.

I enjoy it that they enjoy it.

I was hoping for a sunny day, but the sky looked pretty dangerous this morning. I hear thunder as I type this and it rained last night.

I doubt I’ll get my scooter-to-work, beach-for-lunch day.. Oh well. It’s that time of year!

Have a good day!

The wife comes back from Costa Rica today.

I decided not to post today, but I changed my mind, even though I have no topic.

Rode the scooter yesterday for the first time in probably a month.

It was hard to wake up this morning.

Have a great day.

Some movies are better before they start. Take, for example, Charlies Angels.

Before the opening credits, they nab a terrorist on a plane, jump put of the plane, and land in a speedboat. The rest of the movie is relatively bland after that. But the pre-beginning, I could watch over and over. It’s like a whole movie in under two minutes.

I like to watch that opening while I’m waiting for the wife to get ready.

Watched another last night, Baby Driver.

Before the opening credits, fantastic chase scene. I would have never chosen to watch a movie with the title “Baby Driver”, but someone told me it was pretty good, and it was. So was Charlies Angels, kinda.

Another one with an incredible opening bit is one of the Sharknado movies. I don’t know which one. I think it was the one in Las Vegas. I think I’ve seen two Sharknado movies, out of the about 20 that are out, and I don’t even know which two. I’m pretty sure it was the first one, and the one in (I think) Vegas.

Shark attacks in Las Vegas, right? From sharks that were in an aquarium!

I know, I know, dumb, right? But you gotta watch at least one Sharknado movie. So crazy and unbelievable that they’re super-fun to watch. You’ll laugh, and even in the middle of the continent, you might find yourself looking up to the sky in fear of shark attack.

Have a great day!

First of all, I went to a specialist Friday and he doesn’t think I have glaucoma. But they put these drops in my eyes to enlarge the pupils, supposed to last 4 hours, wrecked me all day. I sat at work with these blind man sunglasses on and didn’t get much done. Doc shoulda given me a sick note and sent me home.

Since the wife has been in Costa Rica, Ashy Thee Cat has spent most of her time sleeping on a chair pushed under the kitchen table. Saturday morning I woke up and the sun was high in the sky. It was probably almost 6 o’clock. Saturday mornings first thought: “Daaaang! I never slept so good and late!”

Saturday night, I decided to put the cat back in her proper sleeping place, the bedroom. 4:30 Sunday morning, MEOWWW! I want food! Sunday mornings first thought: “Now I know why I slept so good Saturday”..

Dat Cat.

It was a great weekend, I mowed the yard, trimmed the hell out of the stickerbushes, (wife never lets me trim them so low, but she wasn’t there! Hee Hee!) I also got some sun, and went to a cookout last night.

Now it’s back to work. I don’t feel so bad about it.

Hava great week!