Thursday, August 28, 2008

Life In The Tropics...June to November...

“The boards were hung by the windows with care, in the hopes that Gustav, would never be here…!”

So, have prepared as far as I can, lifting, lugging, cussin’, fighting and fussin’ at home, the hardware store, the grocery store, all with eagle eyes and ears pressed to the weather channel, praying for Gussing Gus to shift, even at the risk of his tormenting some other plot of land. Don’t come in my backyard, I say. Mek him go and torment someone else!

But, as we sit with abated breath, enjoying the last remnants of the electricity, water, and basic amenities, praying for the best, but prepared for the worst…Gussin’ Gus makes his way forward, anxiety and uncertainty preceding his unwanted visit, and all I can say is…well shit! I am flicking fed up of this hurricane business. My back can’t take much more.

And on that irritated now, I shall now exit.

Shit!




'Fro.

Ginger








5 comments:

ms cute pants said...

I know how you feel. I am still here on island and am hoping for all our sakes that Gustav causes minimal damage. Hang in there Sistah, it shall all be over soon.

Will said...

keep safe and dry!

update us when you get back online...

trouble said...

Hol' tite gyal...

Jdid said...

stay safe

MS CUTE PANTS said...

You stay safe too Afroditee. :o)