Yeah, Isabel hit us pretty hard, but she was no match for the awesome power of SUPER SAMMY!! Able to push over huge trees - the mighty oak trembles when Super Sammy approaches!

Well, the storm approaches and right now, outside, there's not a cloud in the sky. I guess I should be worried about the Mad Madame Isabel, but I just can't seem to get too worked up about it. I'll probably be singing a different tune tomorrow night when the rain is driving like Sylvester Stallone in Over the Top and I have no Bass Pale Ale in the fridge, but for now I'm optimistic. It's more of an inconvenience than anything. It probably helped that I grew up in a town where powerful rainstorms were a daily occurrence - but up here rain is a major event. You'd think people wouldn't get in such a tizzy over a bit of water falling on them, especially when said people have spent their entire lives around a huge body of water (i.e. The Chesapeake Bay). At any rate, keep us in your prayers. I'm battening down the proverbial hatches.

That being said, I've always had a bit of a fantasy about living a Huck Finn-type existence - floatin' down the river, blue jeans rolled up to my knees, pullin' a trout out of the murky water whenever my stomach feels empty. Maybe, jusy maybe, I'll get my chance with Isabel. Maybe, just maybe, she'll be strong enough to wash 836 Oyster Bay Harbour right off the lot. Maybe, just maybe, I'll get my house boat. Just think of the savings in property taxes! No more mowin' the lawn, no more pluggin' in the weed eater and trimmin' the grass around the fence. Idyllic, I tell you, just plain idyllic.