Crazy Ass Planet

A debilitated, yet still feisty, Noel (no longer with his hurricane status) trundled through Atlantic Canada on Saturday night, huffing and puffing and whizzing freely wherever he took a notion.

Fortunately, in my part of the east it was not so bad. From what I gather, New Brunswick got the rain but Nova Scotia got the wind. Although they also had their fair share of precipitation and we got a blustery taste of the winds. In fact, that photo is downtown Fredericton where one tree was toppled but that was the exception, not the rule, and didn’t do any damage from what I can gather. I did, however, have to keep going into the street every few hours to shovel leaves off the drain in the street, which kept clogging and causing all the damn water to run down my driveway.

But the incident that caused the greatest alarm, in my house, was when the power went off briefly. And then came right back on. The moment almost had the effect of a lightening strike, it was so brief. It was a bit startling. Too much so, it seems. Molly Bloom (the dog), who was in a state of some anxiety caused by the weather, and (again because of the conditions) was not inclined to go outside (as I wasn’t either), and had gone for some time without the relief afforded by backyards, shat in the hall then piddled freely in the same manner, same place.

So I was cleaning up dog shit and pee Saturday night. Thanks Noel. You’re a pal.

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