21 October 2020
It looks like I’ll need to build an ark. It’s rained all day and mostly hard. We’ve been under constant flood warnings and storm warnings the entire day, all of last night, and probably for all of tomorrow.
Some of you know I live just off a finger canal. My neighborhood probably has as many as the Las Olas area of Fort Lauderdale (known as the Venice of America). All of the canals connect to the New River which connects to the ocean. In very high storm surges, I always figured we might get high water in my neighborhood.
During one of the last hurricane possibilities several years ago, I panicked and purchased an inflatable raft. I’ve never used it but I might have to dust the thing off and pump it full of air. My street never seems to flood in heavy downpours but it has more water on it now than I’ve ever seen.
In any event, it feels like I’m in the Pacific Northwest with all this rain. That costal area of the country is classified as a temperate rainforest, it gets so much rain.
Because of the rain (and high winds) I had to saw up two Bismarckia palm fronds. That always a chore and the even bigger chore is stuffing the fronds into the yard waste bin.
Also, the pool was chock full of leaves. It took me a good 30 minutes to get enough of them out of the pool that it wouldn’t foul the pool pump when it turns on this afternoon. The water level in the pool is at an all time high. Unfortunately, because of all the rain and lightning, I’ve not been able to get back into the pool for the last week.
Baxter Restoration showed up at 10:30 this morning and Robert introduced me to two painters who would show up tomorrow between 8 and 9 am to do the final touch up of the paint in the kitchen.
Robert then headed to the nearest home depot to pick up some gray caulk. Where they removed the dishwasher to treat the walls behind it, the countertop sagged a little away from the backsplash. Robert returned and shimmied the countertop back into position and then put down caulk where the backsplash and the countertop met. I figure that dishwasher has been moved more times than someone on Exlax. That’s the final thing for the renovation except the damn spice rack pull out has still not shown up.
When they removed the upper cabinet over the stove earlier this year, they damaged one of the track lights. I ordered a replacement online but it came damaged due to shipping. When I called the company, they, with no questions asked, replaced the light free of charge and didn’t even require me to send the damaged light back to them. I managed that installation today.
Last night I had a craving for pizza. My friend John loaned/gave me a pizza steel for my oven. I have a pretty good recipe for pizza dough and so I gathered the ingredients and ate half of the entire thing last night. I put on green chilis, artichoke hearts, onions, black olives and mozzarella. It turned out pretty good. The only problem is I have to let the pizza steel cool overnight and then scrape it off with a razor blade the next day. That steel makes for a very crispy crust.
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During the 60’s, Ole Miss had a tradition of “everybody speaks.” My experience was no one actually spoke to one another. However, in the spring, they produced a soap box in front of the student union and students could get up and speak their mind on any topic. Some of the topics were pretty interesting but many of the others were farcical.
I never will forget one speaker. He was a mathematical genius. His math professor had to ask him not to take the final and take a zero on it because his class scores were so high it destroyed the curve and everyone else in the class would fail if he didn’t.
He got up on the box and started talking about racial issues at Ole Miss and how racism was ingrained in the institution (1966 wasn’t that far removed from James Meridith’s enrollment). I remember students throwing coins at him. He must have been either very poor or very practical because he jumped off the box to pick up the coins.
A more interesting place was the second floor men’s room of the student union. Someone wrote above the urinal “Why?” Someone later wrote “Because.” That started a year long philosophical discussion. It covered the wall over the urinal, down the side of the partition that separated the toilets, inside the toilet walls, on the doors, across the other walls in the bathroom. By the end of the second semester, the entire room was covered in a philosophical discussion where anyone could participate. It ended at the light switch as you walked into the room near the door. More amazingly, physical plant never erased it for that semester. At the end of the academic year, they repainted the walls.
Anyway, back to the student union. Who ever the post master was there was amazing. If I had a package, I’d walk to the window and he would look carefully at me and give me my box number and name without ever looking at the slip. He apparently had a photographic memory and knew every one of the 8,000 students who had a post office box on campus. By the way, my box number was 68539. Every so often I have dreams where I forgot the combination of the box and I couldn’t get it open to get my mail.
William Faulkner once served as postmaster at Ole Miss but apparently he wasn’t so into his job.
Since I had company coming today to work on the kitchen, I didn’t bother with cleaning my bedroom or bedroom closet. I probably won’t get around to that tomorrow either since they’ll be back again. In reality, I needed a couple of days off of the cleaning.
My song recommendation for today relates to the virtual completion of my renovation. It’s Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah!”
Stay tuned and stay safe!
