SundayMorning.. Labor Day Weekend

Sorry I can't blog right now.

I'm tired.

I have a bad headache. I'm going to take something.

Not really up to blogging though might write a little bit unless I fall asleep. Thought of a solution to a problem in my novel yesterday and want to play with it.
http://weather.unisys.com/satellite/sat_wv_east_loop-12.html
favorite loop..shows the Bahama Blob as my brother calls it.

Notice things have changed and the situation is getting better in New Orleans. Now..they like Gulfport and Biloxi can pick through the garbage, the debris and find the dead.

My allergy probably sucks raw eggs cause there is so much debris here piled up rotting in the sun from Katrina's passage through Miami on her way to being a Big Girl. It has been called a follage storm in Miami. Meaning everywhere there are piles and piles of dead, cut up trees, moldy and rottingin the sun. It rains every day... dries out fast from the sun, etc.. People have tossed old furniture and rugs into the piles that got wet when the ceiling leaked, rain came in under the door or some big tree limb crashed through a window and messed up one room. Luckily... the city will pick up the stuff next week and that should help me anyway. It's also some big reminder of Andrew for many of us.. not a good reminder.
There is a blob in the Bahamas and a wave that is taking its own time developing but I believe it will develop.

My mind is numb from watching TV and I can't not watch so... well... need a few hours to think. And, I'll blog later.

Linda, an old best friend of mine who died when we were young, told me she learned at Northwestern from a writing professor that you HAVE to write EVERY DAY.. write whatever you can if you can't find inspiration, just write. Make a time, sit down.. write... write...write. So, somewhere between telling my brother Jay I would keep the blog going (even though he isn't reading it anymore...busy in Greece) and between Linda's advice of write, write, write.. I am committed to this blog.

So count this as an entry. I blogged.

Know that I would love to be at The Deli in Key West this morning or even an old diner place in Homestead that makes great breakfast. But, I am here.

Looking at loops. Going to take some strong medication. Lie down with my Redsox note book someone sent me to write in (rolling eyes) and be grateful for cell phones for a change :)

Grateful for cell phones for a change.. need to go charge mine.

Take some medicine.
Do somethings.

If you want to read a blog.. read some online blogs ..there are so many.

Read www.hurricanecity.com or www.flhurricane.com

Watch TV.

Hug someone you love or tell them you love them.

Donate money to somewhere and if you aren't sure where.. donate to redcross. Go to the store and donate .. they set it up that it is so easy you can't buy milk for your own house without donating to the red cross and hoping someone else will have milk because you did.
Yes..I know..the Judge died. My son, the politically minded one told me first thing this morning.

Luckily.. I was on the phone last night and missed the real world.

Red Sox won last night.

My daughter who is related through blood with Anne Frank.. looks a lot like her but she's older, well fed and free and hot hot hot.. was impassioned yesterday arguing why the military didn't react sooner. Some girl.. Frank genes from my ex and my craziness added in.

The son who won't go back to Israel is reading "the book" to originally I think piss me off... out of curiosity. Now he likes it. Good book. Odd part is I was going to look at it yesterday to remember how he got rid of someone. Figures.. he is a grand harmonic fire trine too.. he will enjoy it. Good book. My friend is a good writer. Writer. W.. more than other things he does with slashes and semi colons lol.

Later Bobbi
Need to recharge my cell phone.