Not Thanksgiving, when we have to give thanks to order, but for reasons more in my head I am feeling thankful today. I was looking at pictures of the Gulf Coast with people waist deep in water and that of course had me remembering three years ago living through the wreckage of Hurricane Irma, no electricity, no water for days and dirt and smells everywhere. I was lucky as the police station's generator kept going, and though we were unwashed and flushed toilets with buckets we had cold air and camaraderie. In those moments of crisis, as I am sure they are discovering once again in battered Pensacola and Gulf Shores there are moments of good that come through the misery.
Monday, September 21, 2020
Sunday, September 20, 2020
Saturday, September 19, 2020
Thursday, September 17, 2020
Wednesday, September 16, 2020
There are days that just start out well and when Rusty rolled me out of bed I wasn't ready on my lone day off to be awake. Nevertheless the small brown dog was proved right. The morning in the mangroves was spectacular even by local standards and I struggled to capture the essence of it even as I found myself wading through high tides increased by heavy rains that broke records at the key West National Weather Service Office.
Today is supposed to be the day the Key West city commission votes to remind the mask outdoors all the time requirement. The idea is to fall in line with county regulations that require masks indoors and makes them required outdoors only when you can't be socially distant. It's a change that would make sense to me but it is going to be followed soon enough by relaxation of all sorts of crowd prevention rules across Florida. I find the whole coronavirus response somewhat bizarre and it seems as though we are now going into a phase this Fall of even less common sense.