9-17-2018 6:43 p.m. Dearest, This may be my last missive regarding Florence as the hurricane-turned tropical storm/depression/flood has left us mostly unscathed except for a pretty soggy basement and a messy yard. And I didn’t forget you yesterday. Yesterday, I rested. As it turns out, I excel at doing nothing. I’ve got a jewelry box … Continue reading Letters from Florence, part 6
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Letters from Florence, part 5
9-15-2018 9:38 p.m. Dearest, It’s too soon for cabin fever to rear its ugly head and yet I find myself getting annoyed at small things. The co-captain washed his hands in the sink and instead of immediately grabbing a towel, first chose to fling water off himself. “You got your hand-water in my socca batter,” … Continue reading Letters from Florence, part 5
Letters from Florence, part 4
9-14-2018 7:54 pm Dearest, Well, it finally has happened. After silently suffering year after year trying to transplant my Northern roots in a Southern state, I finally went full redneck. You would have had to judge for yourself in the moment, but at face value, it ticked off all the boxes. 1. Me, standing on … Continue reading Letters from Florence, part 4
Letters from Florence, part 3
9-14-2018, 10:18 a.m. Dearest, The muffins are horrible. But the enlistees are grateful for them, and have eaten more than half. I don’t know how the muffin mix manufacturer managed to omit “Barbie doll parts” from the ingredients list for coconut chia chocolate mix, but I suspect a massive government conspiracy that starts all the … Continue reading Letters from Florence, part 3
Letters from Florence, part 2
8-14-2018, 7:36 am Dearest, The anxiety baking has begun. I believe I read somewhere that during a hurricane, paleo adherents are allowed a ration of muffins. Bias confirmation is the new normal, after all. One of the senior officers had abandoned his post, but the co-captain is keeping him abreast of local developments via texts … Continue reading Letters from Florence, part 2
Letters from Florence
8-13-2018, 6:20 pm Dearest, We are yet 24 hours before the first of the rains, and I fear rations are already running low. Enlistee 1 has already eaten 1/3 of our supply of lunchmeat and Duke's, and Enlistee 2 is now asking for his third peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Mind you, one of these … Continue reading Letters from Florence