p's pa's beach place is in this awesome trailer park. It got a little swamped under Irene. This was from mere days before hand. her pa is going to need to replace his duct-work, in his estimation. Like the AC has pneumonia. I guess you can't just sweat it out. The reason the blog was on vacation is because we were on vacation. But you don't want to broadcast that to your closest online stalkers and the world at large, according to any number of tv news shows (eg 20/20, dateline, etc). Our trip was great. My first hurricane, as well as baby's, reunited with the dog, a little relaxation and lots of driving and a few big moments. Baby is officially getting into heaven now too, which is a plus probably.
Our house has like maybe 10 power outlets, surely fewer than one per wall. Extension cords are strewn behind furniture and along walls. One outlet has a little sharpie notation in a funny hand: "No ground," which is mildly concerning. This plug is especially oddly placed-- halfway up the wall in the entrance, where not even a table would fit. Come over and lets laugh about it.
Maybe two rolls in and I definitely haven't figured out the zone focusing on the XA2. Give it time, son.
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