Burnaby after the Bomb Cyclone hits west coast

I pulled in my awning last night. My home was shaking.  Madigan was barking. I consider first an earth quake or someone hitting my home. The convulsive nature of the movement told me it was the awning. I rolled it in with some difficulty noting the heavy rain I’d only noticed then.  Laura had texted me her building was shaking.  On facebook Anita said their power was out. I was thankful for my generator.  

The weather station at the air port said we had 40 knot/hour winds gusting to 50’s.  On the Beaufort scale that was gale conditions. I’d sailed uncomfortably in these often.  I like4 30 knots and 40 at most or I was pulling sails. I’d been in storms and hurricanes but at sea with lots of open water I just had to face my fear with the cat and dog.  On land I’d no such fear.  There were 70 km to 100 km winds on the west coast.  I’d been knocked down in the Juan de Fuca so know that South easterlies out there are a major concern. Tofino would be wild.  Here in Burnaby we were okay.  I did see flashes on the power lines so knew conductors were blowing off to the west.  Exciting times.  I’m awed by the force of nature, humbled really. 

I stayed home after walking Madigan before the rains came.  I ‘d had a long day, driven into Doc Side and home, then seen patients virtually into the evening. I considered going out for fast food but remember the chilli I had in Tupperware.  Thank God for microwave.  With toast I was fine.. 

The furnace kept me warm with the dancing flames of the electric fireplace.  I watched Cross occasionally glanced at Facebook to see how others were handling the weather.

Sadly the crazy weather change cult were crying that it was the act of GAIA their god and we would all die because we’d used plastic.  The worst of the fools is Trudeau who sounds more and more like a deranged televangelist demanded more taxes or your genitals would shovel and we’d all be dead because you didn’t take him seriously enough. More doomsaying going on about monkey virus.  Then demented Joe Biden tells Zelenskyy to send long range missiles into Russia.  Trump is to take presidency Jan 6 and had already spoken to Putin about Peace talks.  But no, the Democrats and Kamala want war and any means to maintain power. They really are afraid of what may come to light when they can no longer control the FBI. It’s like the Stazi and the fall the East Germany.  

Democrats who had accused the Republicans of being violent and not want to turn in their guns to the Democrats are now calling for Civil War and the assassination of Trumps. He’s survived two actual attempts by the grace of God.  The US Democrats seem as deranged as Trudeau and I just wonder what drugs they’re on.  The Chinese have been caught saying they manipulated the last TRudeau election with interference in a crucial 40 seats.

I’m normally immune3 to doom zooming. If it doesn’t bleed it doesn’t lead.  But Trudeau wanting WWW3 is concerning given what a foolish weak coward he is.  

My interest is I’m planning to drive south with truck and camper to spend a couple of months working from home in the south. I’d hoped to go to Rosario in Mexico even but wonder if Southern California will be safe.  I can just detour to Yuma where I’ve been the last two winters.  It’s safe and solid so that may be a plan. 

I am reading Richard Rohr’s Breathing Underwater. Rather I’m listening to the audio book. John gave me thee book years ago and I read it then.  Now I’m enjoying revisiting it the same way I enjoyed revisiting Mario de Beauregard and Evelyn Underwood,  

Today I look forward to my meeting as usual. I’m hope the Merry Maids come this week but it may be next week. I’ m taking the truck in for service tomorrow and may make a chiropractor apt with Dr. Ready for the weekend,  The doctors are having their Christmas meeting Sunday morning,  I did enjoy church last week,  I’ve tickets for Handel’s Messiah and the VSO .  Two nights at the Orpheum coming up. Life is good.

I’m thankful. I’m trying to be present always. Keep your head in the same place and time your ass is!  It resonates with me, But I do enjoy the moments of nostalgia. I was touched for a week there remembering coming home from school to have Mom waiting with tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwich and a glass of milk.  I loved that she had a Star Trek themed birthday party. I can think or mom and dad and my brother Ron and be thoroughly touched to the heart such that tears some to my eyes. I’m so thankful that I’m beyond the time when all I remembered was trauma and loss. Now the good times and they were mostly good times come to mind,

Thank you Jesus.