“Well, I’m ready for anything now,” declared Elaine. “I have my face on…”
We spent part of the early hours this morning under a tornado watch, and honestly, there’s not much going on at 2:45 AM other than talking about the weather. The www.wunderground.com display looked positively crappy.
The local weather net on the 2-meter ham band was active; seems lots of us with radios couldn’t sleep.
I would have made some breakfast (always a fine thing, 24/7) but with a vampire appointment for my 6-month old-man-blood work, that was off the table (so to speak).
“Coffee is OK, though,” I’d been told, but you can only drink so many cups.
We’ve been in the hinterlands of East Texas for a dozen years now, and we’ve been thinking again about building a shelter. It wouldn’t take too much to accomplish the task, a couple of loads of concrete, some block, rebar, and labor. I’ve been thinking about putting it under the screen porch and back-filling with dirt all over the place.
That way, we’d have a cool room in the summer and a shelter when spring lights off like it did today.
In the meantime, the combination of more-or-less continuous lightning (and how many cups is this?) gave me time to look up my pet theory that getting in a car with seatbelts and shoulder harness on would be a good move.
Not so, says this site which says in part; “Do not get in a car or truck. Vehicles are generally tossed into the air and reduced to a pile of battered junk.”
I would have thought otherwise (impact zones and crumple and air bags) but seems not.
Still, being in a tornado in tall timber country., well, that project of a cold-room/shelter might just get moved up from the bottom of the project list this year.
Billionaires Bugging Out
A few years back, we had a string of reports about rich people selling all their U.S. possessions and heading for parts unknown. At the time, it was attributed to (variously) a pending global coastal event or Niburu/Wormwood showing up, and so forth.
The rumors had been turned down to nothing here lately until this come in from a reader this weekend:
“…nope, the world didn’t end….last week. but the world that elitist /multi-millionaires and billionaires live in is certainly morphing into something that bears no resemblance to the one that relative peons like you and me are familiar with. l am very very very far from wealthy, but as fate would have it am related to two billionaires (in their mid fifties) and and am acquainted with several multi-millionaires ….funny how all of them but 2 were formerly investment bankers for some Big Hitters- they all “retired” about 10 years ago.
They all live well beneath their means-3 of them had left Texas for other states, and as we speak today, ALL of them, l repeat ALL of them have been busy lately selling their family homes, vacation properties, rental properties and other holdings such as luxury cars, boats,even their airplanes- ……very odd- most of these people don’t know each other but are doing the same thing at the same time !!
The Texans say that as soon as their kids’ school is out this month, (l mean the day AFTER, literally) they will be leaving for Europe and parts unknown for an extended “vacation”. The other “wealthies” are leaving around the same time, but are vague about their destinations…
These people have the means to do anything they want …all but one couple have teenagers or younger married children and grandchildren….Their ENTIRE families are leaving together for these “wonderful overseas vacations”….strange how these folks give out very minimal information about their “vacation plans’. l don’t think l will ever see any of these people again…..someone, somewhere has given them a BIG hint, and they are rapidly dismantling their lives here in the USA…. l guess the rest of us , without the means to re-locate , oops, l mean “leave for an extended overseas vacation” will find out soon enough what the future holds….l am scared shitless.
(Crude Words Alert!) Say: Not to pick nits, or anything, but according to one source, the term scared shitless first appeared in 1936.
This is in terrible contrast to the phrase “scared the shit out of..” which is at quite the other end of the spectrum.
As far as we’ve been able to determine, most people have this built-in confused G.I.