Evelina and I live in a town home community and have now for nearly 3 years. It is a quiet neighborhood with mostly quiet people. The homes are well-built and sound proofed to keep each home from hearing the neighbors, vacuum, argue, hanging pictures, etc. Apparently what the builders didn’t plan for was elephants.
We have new neighbors who moved in around 11 months ago. Until now we have never heard a peep from the people next door; not…a…peep. But now everything has changed. As most of you now I am an early riser, waking at 5:30 every morning. My usual routine is to get up and go downstairs, make coffee and then sit on the couch with my laptop preparing for the day.
And every morning as I sit and prepare it happens. At 6:15 am every morning I hear what I can only guess to be a herd of elephants running up and down the stairs. Keep in mind our neighbors do not have children which makes this event strange to me. Up and down the stairs, over and over and over and over. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump…loud enough that I can hear the sound of every footstep ascending 22 stairs.
I wonder why in the world an adult stomps up and down the stairs for any reason ever, much less at 6:15 am? Why can you not walk like a normal person? Why do you need to stomp? I don’t want to have to say something to them, but my curiosity is beginning to get the best of me. I have to know.
After all I wouldn’t want to mistakenly accuse them of stomping up and down the stairs when in fact it is an actual herd of elephants. You never know.
This weekend should be fun because I think I am going to play some golf. The temps in Charlotte have been comfortable so I shouldn’t have issues with fatigue. Also, fall brings with it less humidity and for that I am grateful. I’ll try to remember to take pics for the blog.
On another note my fantasy football team lost last week by the slimmest margin I have ever seen: 139.18 to 139.19!! One, one-hundredth of a point. I’ve never seen a margin that low. I would rather lose by 40 than by .01.
I have an old friend coming into town on Sunday and we are going to find a place to watch some football. It has been quite a few years since I went out to watch a game so it should be fun to catch up.
Got any big plans this weekend? I’d love to hear about them!
I hope everyone is safe following Irma moving through Florida. The hurricane is now a storm and is dropping rain in Georgia so I guess the worst is over. Now it is time to count our fingers and toes and account for friends and family. The power of nature is humbling.
Galen, Clarke, Wendell, Ghe, Roger and Vinny (owner) and me at Corsairs in 2011
Picture of Corsairs this morning
Now that I have received word that everyone I know from Jost is safe, I am left with the feeling of sadness. When Andrew hit in 1992 it took the islands 4 years to recover. Irma has resulted in 10 times the damage.
And yes that is a Jeep and a boat in the main dining area.
Today I am excited like an 8-year-old on Christmas morning. Why you might ask? NFL Football kicks off today at 1 pm est!!! As some of you might know I am a huge fantasy football geek and this year I am in 2 leagues; which means double the fun and double the excitement! I’m not sure what it is about fantasy football that I love so much. Maybe it is the competition? Maybe it has to do with monitoring my teams’ performances? Maybe all of the above.
It is Saturday morning and as usual I am the first person up and stirring. Coffee in hand I am working through comments from yesterday and reading about where bloggers find their inspiration. I asked the question to see if I can find a little gem of an idea because lately I’ve been in a bit of a blog drought. I’ve been at this blog thing for nearly 3 years and I’ve never taken a full day off. When I first started this journey I thought I would write, post and the people would eventually flock to my page to read. The truth is blogging is a verb and requires action to get action. And for that reason I don’t take time away from my website.
If you have followed my page for any length of time you have heard me speak of a tiny little island in the BVI called Jost van Dyke. Two friends and I have spent many a night on this little island solving the problems of the world while listening to great music and partaking of a little rum.
We have friends who work on this island, live on this island and own businesses on this island. And now everything is gone. The reports say 99% of all building have severe damage, with most of the 99% being complete loss. I’m not sure what to say, but thank goodness so many are still alive.
Irma hit this little 3 sq. mile island with forces not seen in over 100 years and the results are devastating. One Love, Ivan’s Stress Free, Soggy Dollar Bar, Corsairs are all feared to be gone. Buildings have simply vanished.
The sad thing is most of the buildings may not be rebuilt. Most don’t have a lot of money. Most don’t have insurance. I’m not sure what the future holds, but I hope the people are able to rebuild.
Today is a half day for me at work so I’ll be spending some time with Evelina’s mom and dad. They have been in town since Sunday and it has been nice having them here for a few days. I think today we are going to go look at my sister’s in-law suite and get together some ideas for our new home. Oh, by the way, we are building a new home next year.
Evelina’s father and I would like 10-20 acres of land to provide a refuge and a little peace and quiet. Evelina and her mother prefer to live near modernity. So we have a conflict of views. Somehow we will need to find common ground. I am hoping today we can also go look at land in south Charlotte.
I need help understanding why the Dreamers affected by DACA don’t simply apply for citizenship. Am I missing something? My wife was not born in the U.S. so to make sure nothing can ever happen with her status, she has gone through the proper channels and will soon be a citizen of the United States. I have 20+ friends who are not natural born citizens who have all gone through the process and become citizens. What am I missing here?