Saturday, July 25, 2009

Saturday, July 25, 2009
It is clear and the wind is calm this morning, with the sun shining brightly and no sign of the predicted thunderstorm. Most of the storms come in the late afternoon, so I will have to wait and see if I am surprised by one.
I have been busy making up a new card to carry that updates all of my current medications. I can never remember, little lone pronounce, most of the medication I take, even though it is far less than some of my age. Every time I visit a doctor, dentist, chiropractor or other health giver, I am asked to repeat all the medications I am on, including over the counter (OTC) drugs and supplements. Carrying a card in my wallet that lists all of them is a time saver, not to mention saving a brain cell or two.
After finishing my card, I opened the laptop and delved into my emails (25), I became wrapped up in watching some videos and researching some additional information about the supposed FEMA concentration camps for American citizens. I found some interesting information, which I will pass on as a Word attachment for those interested in educating themselves.
Revisiting the forecast of a thunderstorm, NWS was correct in their prediction. By 4 PM, it was too dark to read without having a light turned on, and by 4:40, the sky opened up and it began to water the forest. This was a noisier thunderstorm than yesterday afternoons, sending Zack upstairs to my bed of safety and Zoey coming in from outside. Yesterday’s storm only brought .04 inches of rain, and I’d be willing to bet that it was doubled in the first 2 minutes of today’s storm. The wind rushed in like a dam had burst, causing the tarps over my stored wood to pop and snap with the sound of gunfire. Thunder rolled in without any pause, but I didn’t see many flashes of the lightning. Rip Van Winkle was having a rousing game of ninepins, to say the least.
I spent the remainder of the day researching and writing until past 7 PM. I played and fed Zack, showered, finished a load of wash and then had dinner. I felt that I should have my “last supper” as enjoyable as possibly, so I fixed steak, shrimp, and a green salad, washing it down with a very good red wine. Unfortunately, I am still suffering from a mild upset stomach and couldn’t even finish the last few bites, as I was afraid I’d have it all reappear. What a waste of a really good meal.
I watched a couple of prerecorded television programs, one being a new Discovery Channel program called The Colony (Tuesday nights). It is a social experiment of what it might be like if a small group of strangers had to come together and survive in a post-apocalyptic world. It is more realistic than one might think, and shows what must be done to accomplish survival. These shows usually repeat and are often shown back-to-back, so watch for it and see what you might be up against in the event something like this happened.
It got cold enough that I had to start a fire to be comfortable, and Zack thought it was such a good idea; he laid directly in front of it and fell asleep. I finally went to bed at midnight, knowing that tomorrow, I had to start the prep for my colonoscopy on Monday.