Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Hurricane Bud?
Living in the land of hurricanes, I naturally have mixed emotions about having a hurricane with my name on it. Even though it's in another ocean going the opposite way from landfall. It's ironic how the National Weather Service finds it okay to call a storm Bud but the nuns who taught me refused to call me anything but my baptismal name. A name I don't even want to mention here. A name that conjures up all the bad sounds I've ever heard. Especially those emitted by a bevy of heartless nuns. Among other things, one told me I was too stupid to learn to play an instrument. Another told me I couldn't sing. But another one, I actually liked, told me to love my enemies. Because Jesus told her to. That makes her AND Jesus a couple of extremists in today's political climate.So I won't wish for Hurricane Bud to stir up the lives or even the corpses of those nuns. They made me who I am today: a rebellious, anti-religious, totally irreverent, and therefore outrageously happy man. With a hurricane named after him. Or at least with the same name. Not the one they called me in school. Which I still cannot utter without the taste of bile and partially digested vitamins in the back of my mouth. Don't want to ruin a good cup of coffee.
Once hurricane season starts I start checking this site to see if anything is brewing in our overheated ocean. I check it several times a day. When it declares there is indeed something blowing, I start checking this site every six hours to find out if I have to look for higher ground. Higher ground in Florida being either a landfill or Georgia. It is at times like that during which the irony of ironies hits me: I moved here for the weather. I still like my choice. Snow, cold (anything below 70), freezing rain and just too damn much rain are things that piss me off the most in life.
Where some people become disagreeable, nasty and even violent in hot weather. I have that tendency when I have to wear layers. Down here I have dress shorts and dress t-shirts. Anything longer is in a corner of my closet and will go north with me should the necessity arise. You can adapt to where you live or get the hell out. I'm sticking until the ice caps melt.
posted by Bud @ 6:56 AM
Comments:
Post a Comment
Links to this post: