It is the season for these bloody storms. It is also the portion of the season when Mobile, AL’s weather is most likely to be effected by hurricanes. Since Katrina we have been blessed with moderate weather and a cooler winters. However, it may be time to pay the piper as nothing last forever – and especially good weather!
Enter Hurricane Gustav.
The storm is expected to hit the exceedingly warm waters of the Gulf and explode into a monster storm with the Gulf Coast, and Mobile Bay, squarely in its sights. The Bull agrees with that assessment. Further, with all of the animals we care for at Lady Beth’s Chaos & Critters Exotic Rescue we will not be among the folks evacuating.
Preparations, the serious preparations, begin tomorrow. Postings on this blog shall be light until the storm has had its say.
As is my custom, I will post updates as the storm comes ashore until connectivity is lost. I have, as usual, made arrangements with a fellow blogger to post occasional called-in updates on our condition here at The Pasture in the event that we are without power and connectivity for an extended period of time. Also my custom, Look for those updates at TexasFred’s.
TexasFred is a fine American and a dedicated blogger who I feel I can trust to get the word out. His blog is a damned fine read any day of the week, too!
So. That’s it for now. I ask for your prayer for all of those that have been afflicted by these storms and those that will be so afflicted. Be prepared to give of your time, if not money, after the water & winds. Pray for this Nation as well. If this old Pagan can do it, then you can too!
Bull, out. 
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0415… Seems I slept longer than usual. Perhaps that has something to do with the state of my dreams. Maybe not. Since I was a kid The Bull has been the “go to” guy when it comes to dreams. I’ve got a knack for seeing what is crawling about in a person’s head, what is the root of a particular dream. Never for myself, though. Tonight’s dream was not terrifying. No, my nightmares are based in reality, never in my sub conscience. This dream was merely strange. A jumble of strange imagery – persons, places, animals, & things that seem to have no correlation.
Persons:
- Fred Thompson
- Queen Elizabeth II
- Ronald Reagan (on a television screen)
- my beloved wife, Lady Beth
- two lost friends: Cathy & Melody
- a dear friend: Malece
- one dead uncle: Jeff
Places:
- my home
- Windsor Castle
- the southern bridge over the Big Eastatoe River
- Dragon Hills, near Carrollton, GA
Animals:
- house cats, (not mine)
- my Great Danes
- a Bald Eagle
Things:
- a HUGE staircase
- an ancient elevator, (in good working order)
Odd, yes? Even now, as most dreams do, the details are becoming a bit fuzzy around the edges. For example, I can not recall what ‘Uncle Ronnie’ Reagan was saying on the television, just that he had my undivided attention. (What a great man. May he rest well.) I had been asked to feed those cats. Just after, and because of, successfully chasing down Jeff. Fred Thompson was where ever I was after that chase, almost as a narrator. The eagle was always in the sky above making the occasional cry. Where ever Lady Beth stood she was being guarded by our Danes. No one could get too close – save for me. Malece sang song after song and each one relaxed me more. I also never seemed to be able to choose between the stairs and the elevator. Mostly I took the stairs.
The rest was even more peculiar. I’ll keep that to myself for now, methinks.
Now, back to the waking world…
Bull.
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