Front end of Sandy has blown out of the creek, the storm is still about 1500 miles wide so the back end will not arrive until later. (tomorrow maybe?)
The storm went right overhead a cat 1 hurricane merging with a big low pressure trough.
About ten inches of rain according to my rain gauge and no power since early Monday pm.
Much less wind than I expected, maybe about 75 in the gusts, but a steady 60 for about ten hours. Leaves were shredding from the trees and the house is now stuck all over with debris
Yes, the dock is still there, it’s just under two feet of water, about four feet of storm surge on top of the high tide. The blue dinghy cover blew to bits about 7:00 pm I was not inclined to try to rescue it in the dark.
The water will fall as the tide goes out today but high tide Wednesday morning is threatening another 4 foot surge so we may have higher water tomorrow than we had today, if that happens I may have to put to sea for a while.
Gotta run, the wood stove needs stoking.
HMS Bounty, a replica of Breadfruit Bligh’s ship was abandoned of the Carolina coat early today. The ship had been in Chestertown, Maryland over the weekend for our annual Downrigging Weekend, cut short this year by Sandy. The crew were heading South to Florida and probably thought themselves fairly safe as Sandy was already well North of their course. The ship was built for the Brando film “Mutiny on the Bounty” but has appeared in several of the “Pirates of the Caribbean” films.
Story is here:
Here’s a shot of the Bounty passing by the head of the creek that I took this July just after the 1812 celebrations in Baltimore.
I just got finished clearing up after the Derecho, now I will have to start again.
The Royalist with all his talk of Westcentricity has caused Sandy to take an unprecedented turn to the left. There she was heading harmlessly out to sea and now look, that last blue dot is ten miles from my house
Beside our local Pricerite’s door he sat
scarce sheltered from the drifting rain.
His graying hair beneath a battered army hat
and where his knees once were, that
tray of bright red poppies like some bloody stain.
Wheelchair, poppies, tin with staring slot
me searching, nervous, for some minor bill
my throat contains a sudden, aching knot
recalling that which we so soon forgot
but he remembers always – sitting, still.
With wavering hand to the small slot I try
to push the minor offering of my choice
with calloused finger sure, he taps the blockage by
then looking up with Armageddon eye
he thanks me gently in a tired, tobacco voice.
No soldier, it’s to you our thanks are meant
and those will never even up the score.
Volunteer or conscript, either, you still went,
And for some greedy politicians whim was spent
in that hated, half remembered, foolish war.
A few moments ago while writing a comment on Mrs. Osbornes Antidote post I was struck by how much my words sounded like something I had read some time ago. Digging back in my various messy archives I found the source, I take no credit for the writing, or the spelling.
by Nicholas Breton
Milton elsewhere used fantastic as a noun too, meaning “someone given to showy dress”. But as a noun it could also mean “a fanciful composition”, and Fantasticks was the title chosen by Nicholas Breton (c1554-1626) for his curiously pleasing series of sketches, of hours, season and months.
It is long out of print, and several years ago Chistopher Howse of the Telegraph took the trouble to transcribe it over the period of a year. I thought it delightful and still do. Here is October, compete with its fanciful spelling.
It is now October, and the lofty windes make bare the trees of their leaves, while the hogs in the Woods grow fat with the falne Acorns: the forward Deerebegin to goe to rut, and the barren Doe groweth good meat: the Basket-makers now gather their rods, and the fishers lay their leapes in the deepe: the loade horses goe apace to the Mill, and the Meal-market is seldome without people: the Hare on the hill makes the Grey-hound a faire course, & the Foxe in the wood cals the Hounds to full cry: the multitude of people raiseth the price of wares, and the smoothe tongue will sell much: the Sayler now bestirreth his stumps, while the Merchant liveth in feare of the weather: the great feasts are now at hand for the City, but the poore must not beg for feare of the stockes: a fire and a paire of Cards keepe the ghests in the Ordinary, and Tobacco is held very precious for the Rhewme: The Coaches now begin to rattle in the street but the cry of the poore is unpleasing to the rich: Muffes and Cuffes are now in request, and the shuttle-Cocke with the Battel-Doore is a pretty house-exercise: Tennis and Baloune are sports of some charge, and a quicke bandy is Court-keepers commodity: dancing and fencing are now in some use, and kind hearts and true Lovers lye close, to keepe off cold: the Titmouse now keepes in the hollow tree, and the black bird sits close in the bottom of a hedge: In briefe, for the little pleasure I find in it I thus conclude of it: I hold it a Messenger of ill newes, and a second service to a cold dinner.