Lunch at the Metro Diner was abfab.
75 degrees in February.
Caribbean music at a restaurant we passed by.
A mission we passed by.
Last night there was no shortage of good food, happy people having a wonderful time, a great band for dancing and fun. Grand Banquet Hall, University of North Florida, Jacksonville, Fl.
One of the most wonderful things about this inauguration, from the Trump Welcome Concert to the Washington, D.C. balls (which we watched on a large screen with sound on mute, as our own band was playing)…to the upcoming National Prayer service on Saturday is the feeling this is the people’s inauguration. Watching the D.C. inaugural festivities, though certainly elegant and replete with pomp, also often had a hometown feel. I loved the absence of so-called “A-List” celebrities.
This morning, after walking Sophie around the immediate neighborhood to check out the aftermath of Hurricane Matthew, I came home and cleaned up the tree limbs and debris from my yard. Then I was too exhausted to even make a sandwich. Since our area has power, went down the road to the Golden Corral for lunch.
Thankfully, there wasn’t much damage. That may be because most of my neighbors have chainsaws and when they have a sick tree behave as if they’re in a scene from “Chainsaw Massacre” and immediately take it down. So, there wasn’t much for Mother Nature to do in that regard. ~~ The tree on my corner, kitty-corner from my house.
Tree limbs down outside the playground of the Christian school down the street from my house.
I heard something(s) banging around outside last night but it was too dark to see what was making the racket. I believe the culprits were the garbage can somebody left outside at the church across the street and a plastic planter somebody didn’t secure. ~ Since I lived through Super Storm Sandy in Brooklyn, I’m storm preparedness compulsive. I take everything inside, everything.
The only damage I saw was this tree limb down on my neighbor’s fence.
A tree on Sophie’s walking route that has weathered many a storm and has the battle scars.
The only tree I saw uprooted was in the front yard of a house for sale. I guess nobody from the cast of “Chainsaw Massacre” lives there anymore to mercilessly take down a sick tree.
Tomorrow I go to my church, which is on the beach, for Sunday services. I’ll get a first look at the damage in that community from Matthew. Though, I understand community efforts at clean up have been so swift that I won’t see the true level of devastation.
There’s a light rain outside, but winds have been brisk at times portending what is to come… and that’s Hurricane Matthew. This, they say, is the ‘big one’. I lived through Super Storm Sandy in NYC, so I know what a ‘big one’ can do. Plenty.
There is a mandatory evacuation of Jacksonville Beach. Dangerous winds of 55 mph are expected to hit the JAX area tomorrow afternoon. That will be the outer edges of the storm. As the eye comes closer, the winds will increase. They were as much as 110 mph when they hit Haiti, which was devastated. The Bahamas were very hard hit as well. I love the Bahamas, love the people. Have been there twice. Hope to go again. Many of the buildings on these islands are not up to the ‘hurricane code’ we have in Florida.
There is a steady stream of cars and trucks, some pulling campers, and RVS pulling cars going north on I 95. The entire city of St. Augustine is under mandatory evacuation. ‘They’ are taking this very seriously. Governor Scott has given several press conferences and local mayors have been giving alerts on radio. The weather channels are doing an excellent job.
I spoke to my cousin Lois early yesterday. She lives in Melbourne with her grown daughter. At that time we thought Matthew would land on Daytona Beach, which is about in the middle of where we both live. We bolstered each other’s moods and said we “thought we’d be okay through it.” Now I’ve heard reports Matthew may land in Melbourne and I’m worried for her and her daughter.
I manged to get outside this morning when the rain was light so Sophie could do her business. She’s’ become quite the Florid1an trooper, truckin’ along between the drops. Unfortunately, once inside, I became ‘mean mommy,’ as I’m holding off on breakfast. It’s going to be a long day with winds and rain increasing and she will probably NOT be able to go out this evening, and might not be able to tomorrow morning. I’ve placed plastic covered by towels by the back door in case she has an “accident.”
I’ve got all necessary gear. Food that doesn’t have to be cooked that will last me more than four days, a good supply of drinking water, plus water for the pets, a hurricane lamp with batteries, a flashlight, candles. I’m as ready as I can be. Now all that’s left for me to do is pray. Has it come to that? [A feeble joke. I’ve been praying right along and will continue to.]
Do not fear, for I am with you; Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand. ~ Isaiah 41:10, NASB
I first joined eHarmony in New York when my husband was spending most of his time with his girlfriend. I charged a year’s subscription to his credit card. I was then living in Brooklyn, NY and knew I’d be moving to north eastern Florida. So, I asked for “matches” (that’s what they call it) who lived in Florida. It was safe because of the long distance. In an entire year, I got one nibble. Still, I amused myself reading the profiles of men in Florida looking for women to be their special something.
So, my eHarmony subscription expired and I didn’t renew. I was in the middle of packing boxes and moving to Florida with a small dog and three cats. I’d no sooner gotten settled in Florida and unpacked, when I got an offer from eHarmony that was too good to refuse. [Somebody who works there has to have been born and raised in Brooklyn.] I had a full life in Florida, was a member a great church and of a group that had nothing to do with dating or single life. But the price was right and I signed up again for three months.
This time I was way more picky. And I soon discovered that men who considered themselves to be “Christian” simply meant their parents and grandparents were Christian. It was a family thing, like a box he checked of on the census. To be fair, some of these men sounded really interesting though none of them shared my grace-oriented Christianity beliefs. I’d venture a guess that most of them didn’t own a Bible. There were a few (thankfully, very few) who were looking for well endowed women. I wanted to message them saying, “You’re no kind of Christian.” I did manage to restrain myself. I guess after filling out an exhaustive Q&A personality questionnaire, I expected more from eHarmony. Most of the men (truly Christian or not) didn’t bother to answer any questions. I suspect women on eHarmony fill out the questions, but not so much the men. So, how can women tell what the men are all about? Unless you have true discernment, it’s a crap shoot.
My subscription will expire in another month. It’s been an interesting experience, though not fruitful in the sense of what the company offers. I will not renew again no matter how good the financial offer. I have a friend who met her second husband through Match.com. So I do know God can and does move through online dating. And I do have to note that according to Barna research, there’s a higher rate of divorce among Christians than non-believers. So, quite a few Christian women should be aware of online dating…and not everyone will have my experience,
The Trump/Pence campaign 2016 opened its west Jacksonville office today with Herman Cain as the main speaker. The crowd gathered with excitement for the Trump/Pence campaign. When Herman Cain arrived the crowd went into over drive.
The crowd was equally excited by the arrival of Glo Smith (R) who is running for congress in the 5th District. She’s the choice for change and is 100% for jobs!!!
The morning began with a rousing presentation of patriotic songs. One woman in the crowd commented to me how she was saddened we don’t hear these songs too much any more.
I replied that when I was a girl we used to sing them in school, and when we get rid of Common Core, parents and local school boards could determine to sing them once again in schools.
Trump/Pence West Jacksonville Office: 11043 Crystal Springs Rd.
After the opening some of us walked the streets talking to residents and leaving fliers. I was one who walked and I had a ball.
Walking Sophie, my gal pal, on this misty Sunday morning in NE Florida is quiet and relaxing. I took a few photos and couldn’t help contrasting this bucolic scene with what was going on in my former hometown, NYC, after last night’s street bombing. Thirty people were injured.
If Sophie and I walk to the right when we leave the house. No place to hide a pressure-cooker bomb with a note and a cell phone.
If Sophie and I walk to the left. At the end of this street there is a rooster crowing.
Instead we chose to walk straight ahead where this tree had a major branch come down a week before Hurricane Hermine. We do get tropical storms with high winds.
My heart and prayers are with New Yorkers and also the people of Seaside, NJ who also had a bombing last night that thankfully failed to go off during the Marine Corps race. I know this is so scary, yet I also know the people of NYC and New Jersey are strong and will fight back against any type of terrorism.