Planning a Hurricane Party

I gotta buy candles ... and batteries ... charge my I-Pod ... and water ... food that I can grill or cook with propane ... bags of ice ... extra stuff for Goddess ... maybe a copy of "Playboy" or find my red Scofield Reference Bible.

A storm blew through last night and the entire island of Tybee spent the better part of it in the dark. Luckily my I-phone hooked up with Pandora, Dedra has a gas stove, and Jodee and Cheryl have a pool ... and wine. So we did alright. Then I came home to talk on the phone.

Evidently I lost the candles in the divorce. Evidently I also gained custody of all of the matches.

Apparently I also lost the batteries in the divorce, but kept the flashlight.

I will never understand the judicial system.

Justice can be as blind as my house was?

Who cares about these things ... until you need them!

Last night I needed them.

So I have like 2000 books of matches and I kept lighting them one at a time until I finally light books at a time to see. I have two-and-a-half candles that were inexplicably left behind. Lighting them, I could see Goddess was staring at me as though I'm an idiot. She makes me laugh, so I laughed then I gave her treats.

Then I called my brother David who is occasionally useful in my life, as I am in his, but this was one of those occasions. David is the person at Georgia Power who decides whose lights come back on first. This is why so many people are kept in the dark. Anyway David said, "Hey long time since we've talked! I love you too. Find candles. You're screwed."

I was reminded why I used to short sheet David's bed, lock him out of the house, and put cellophane on the toilet before he went to the bath room.

I told him that I love him and wrote "cellophane" on my shopping list.

Then I went on the beloved back deck and the Milky Way was putting on a show for free. The Palm Tree with the oyster face, coconut bra and grass skirt smiled at me. Looking back into the house candlelight danced a warm glow. Goddess lay in front of a fan that wasn't blowing. Love was in the air.

It was beautiful and I was suddenly engulfed in the beauty which is what baptism really is.

Now a hurricane is apparently arriving on Friday. Along with my dear friends Mitch and Linda, the famous Dr. Jim Withers and I have so much to SEE about between now and then.

I think a party is in order. David is not going to be invited. I need straws for the party ... those colorful ones that bend ... and more grass skirts because this is grass skirt Sunday at Bar Church ... and ... well ... I gotta go!

It's going to be a hell of a weekend!

Just like the last one!