Tropical squall

Well that was kind of cool... a nice little squall line just sprung up over north miami beach and marched right across south beach. Lightning, thunder, sideways rain, for about 30 minutes. I saw it comming, realized I was going to be stuck here instead of going to happy hour, and decided to grab a foster's from the local market before the storm hit. I almost made it.

I was about 100 m away from my truck when the temperature dropped, the wind picked up, and I could see a wall of rain two blocks up. I started to sprint past people who obviously didn't understand florida weather, along-side a couple people who obviously did. It started to pour, in a very tropical manner when I was about 25 m away. All in all, I was pleased I only got a little wet, not drenched like those I watched walk by a little later.

But that wasn't the end. The storm popped up out of thin air, and my living space wasn't rigged for a storm. I proceded to lift the tarp to dump the water that was collecting over my bed, then prop up my two poles to try to keep the tarp tent-like. I managed to accomplish this without too much of my stuff getting wet. I'm simultaneously washing clothes, the machines are outdoors, so I had to re-spin my wash before I could put it in the drier. The rain has stopped for now, but another cell is on it's way. Thank you almost real-time radar.

So I squared away my rigging, adding a couple of bungee chords, and have put my wet sheet through the wash. It was getting smelly anyway. Have a few minutes, and decided to write.

I have it pretty easy. A washer and drier at my disposal, a sheltered parking space, and a hot water shower that I can use almost any time. All thanks to a very good friend who manages to stay positive in the face of circumstances that would scare me to... I don't know what, but I will do anything I can to help make her life easier.

You know, I considered pulling my last post where I wigged out about my father. I decided not to because I want this blog to be honest. I have issues, just like everyone else. I don't claim to be a guru. I'm just another bozo on the bus, trying to get there.

This morning I was offered another job. This one isn't by a marina, but I can walk there from here. It is a restuarant in the busiest part of south beach with a company that I have worked for before, and they have been in business for a good ten years. I haven't turned down the other job; I am scheduled to start next Friday, but I start training at this one tomorrow morning. Feast or famine.

The last three months have been really hard, and I'm not out of the tunnel yet. But I can see the light. I am sticking to my rule to not move somewhere again until season is about to start. I gambled moving here in july, and I surely paid my dues. But I survived, and now I have a great job, and a back-up great job.

Some people will never understand what I am doing, or why. Others will think it is obvious. After decades of depression, I have finally found my voice. Those with ears will hear. Please just let me get rid of this troublesome self that always wants something... my my, I do love the smell and feel of clean sheets and clothes!

Oh yeah, before I sign off, my brother sent me a care package for my birthday. Choked me up for most of the day. But inside, among other things, was a can of mosquito repellant... I've not used it before, because I don't want to smell like off. But he also included some of those moist towels you clean baby's butts with, so I figured I'd give it a try... not one bite! I slept the longest I have slept, undisturbed, since 28 july 2010. Thanks Bro.