Delusions of grandeur…

Blue Angels on our shoulders?

Last year I was convinced the Blue Angels could see me waving from my deck, and that was the reason they performed so many breath-taking maneuvers right over my little house.

They fly faster than my shutter speed...

Since that time I have learned that almost everyone up and down the Fort Morgan Road suffers from the same grand delusion.

Absolutely everyone runs outside (you can see them on their decks with binoculars and cameras) but some people wave flags and others write messages in the sand as The Blue Angels thunder down the coast… and we’re all convinced they can see us, at 700 mph, as we frantically vie for their attention.

Well… they’re back at their home station at Forrest Sherman Field, Naval Air Station in Pensacola and I swear they’re even more impressive than last year.

Betsy and Terry were down from Kentucky last week and I had Betsy on the deck railing waving my UK and UL banners like a demented traffic control flagman.  Sophie hid under the table, but Terry came outside to watch the show.  Betsy waved them in so low that on one pass she swore she could see their faces!

Betsy waves them in

A few days later we took our bicycles over to Dauphin Island on the ferry, and we realized the Angels turned back towards Pensacola when they neared the end of the Fort Morgan peninsula.  Soooooooo,  it dawned on us they were probably reaching the edge of their airspace just over Surfside Shores and they performed one last maneuver before turning back.

Evidently my  personal air show is just a happy accident of geography instead of favoritism…

But I have a plan!

I have three cans of fluorescent paint Alberta left to me when she moved to Arkansas and I still have Brad’s ladder leaning against the back of the house. So I can spray-paint a giant ‘HELLO’ on my metal roof in lime green, and I think I’ve found a way to tie a banner to the dog…

(NOT my photo) Hoestly, they are closer than this!

Official Blue Angel website  http://www.blueangels.navy.mil (turn your speakers up!)

Hurricane Ida

The Eye of the Storm

I turned on the news when I awoke this morning and watched as the local weatherman on Dauphin Island explained that Ida had crossed over the barrier islands and was in Mobile Bay with landfall expected around 7:00 AM.  The satellite radar showed the rain had moved northeast of us on Fort Morgan and it was foggy and quiet outside.

I fed the dog, walked around the yard (a limb from the pine tree had narrowly missed the boat parked in my back yard for safety!) and got ready to take Sophie for a walk.

Northwest wall

Then it hit!

A blast of cold air roared across from the bay and two blackened pine trees snapped half-way off on the edge of the pond.  Sophie changed her mind about a walk and I came back in and turned on the TV. This time the weatherman was hanging on to his coat and was yelling into the microphone, the temperature had dropped almost 10 degrees.

We had been in the eye of the storm! I didn’t realize that, and I’m pretty sure the weatherman on Dauphin Island didn’t know.

Sophie refused to go back outside, so I drove down to the beach to get a look at the Gulf.

Debris washed up under GRITS house

The only real damage I saw was an overturned porta-potty and debris blown from a dumpster that should have been emptied a month ago. ( We were picking up debris from this construction site during the Coastal Cleanup.)

too much trash

The surf had washed under the houses on the beach, and the end of the walkway at ‘Million Dollar View’ was gone, again… but that was the extent of the damage here from Ida.

So long, Ida!

Hurricane Ida

Day Two…

We walked to the beach, but couldn’t walk on the beach. Even at low tide the surf was under some of the houses on the beach.

Low tide this morning

I dragged the deck furniture into the garage and the plants into the house, then cooked a chicken and some snacks because Sharon and Leah were coming over to ‘ride out the storm’.

We watched Arrested Development and played Loaded Questions until Leah decided we should take a walk to the beach. At 9:00 pm, as the tropical storm approached Fort Morgan, we set out. Sharon and I wore conventional rain coats, but Leah was sheathed in a commercial trash bag.

Leah's hurricane fashion

She stayed dry but Sharon and I were soaked to the bone. Too funny!

Storm chasers

And now we’re cooking pizza and settling in for landfall.

My first hurricane party has been great fun, so far…..

Hurricane Ida

Day One…

It looks like Ida is drawing a bead on Surfside Shores on the Fort Morgan Peninsula!  She is a category two now with winds over 75 mph.

The weather here is breezy but still beautiful.  Sophie and I were alone on the beach, but that’s not unusual.

The local experts predict the cool water in the gulf will slow the winds and it will probably deteriorate to a tropical storm before it hits land.

But I’m sure the ‘talking heads’ on morning TV will blow it all out of proportion and the entire Gulf Coast will take a real financial hit this week. Thanks Dianne, Harry & Matt!

Sunday morning

However, this might be a good time to check on my hurricane shutters, I’ve been meaning to do that all summer…

Zenyatta

You go, Girl!

Banished to the Bedroom

By a ‘Bama ballgame!

I was frantically searching for the Breeders’ Cup on my computer after the local TV station abruptly switched coverage to a FOOTBALL GAME in the middle of the day! Astonishing, and terribly disappointing…

The phone rang and I jumped in the car and headed to the Bateman’s for barbecued ribs. No one turns down an invitation to the Batemans when Horton is grilling, so the house was filled with both Bama and LSU fans shouting at the television when I arrived.

I was escorted by Leah into her newly decorated bedroom, and with genuine southern hospitality, she found the Breeders’ Cup race on her television and made sure I was comfortable before she returned to melee in the living room.

"I'm too pretty to be a 'bama fan"

Leah Bateman's LSU mascot

Leah is an established artist and budding photographer, so she joined me (while I snacked on those delicious ribs) during half-time to show me her latest creations.

Her beloved Mango had returned from a visit to the neighbors with ‘accidental’ red and white stripes, so she ‘tagged’ and photographed their pooch.

LSU Tiger

As game time neared and the rivalry heated up, Leah decorated Mango with purple and gold fingerpaints and sent her back across the dunes to make a bold statement!

Leah documented the entire  ‘dog fight’ with her new camera.

The game was ending, with LSU behind, as the horses loaded into the starting gate for the Breeders’ Cup Classic.  I made so much noise as  Quality Road balked, delaying the race, that I had more spectators cheering in the bedroom as Zenyatta moved to the outside and thundered down the stretch.

Zenyatta and jockey Mike Smith in the Breeders' Cup Classic at Santa Anita. by HorsePhotos.com

It was a perfect ending to a perfect day, and the best ribs I have ever tasted.  Alabama might beat Louisiana in football, but they can’t touch real Cajun cooking!

And Miss Leah has progressed from printing fish and fingerpainting dogs to photography…

Good work, Leah!

Leah's butterfly

Leah's photo for Veteran's Day, November 11, 2009

It’s a BEAUTIFUL day in the neighborhood…

Full moon, startlingly beautiful sunrise, and no one on the beach this morning…

and, finally some shells on the beach at low tide.

The water in the Gulf was endlessly clear and calm.

And the sunset was spectacular, again!