Debby is a tropical storm and has the added feature of being the first in over a century to form in the Gulf before July!

So far that’s all I got on this non-cheerleading, but newsworthy historic advent of weather system called, cheerfully, DEBBY!

Gosh, Irene was just a tropical storm, and she sounded non-scary too! But talk to the people up north that had to deal with her wrath.
The spaghetti plots “(Spaghetti plots are a method of viewing data to visualize possible flows through systems. Flows depicted in this manner appear like noodles, hence the coining of this term.[1] This method of statistics was first used to track routing through factories. Visualizing flow in this manner can reduce inefficiency within the flow of a system. In regards to animal populations and weather buoys drifting through the ocean, they are drawn to study distribution and migration patterns. Within meteorology, these diagrams can help determine confidence in a specific weather forecast, as well as positions and intensities of high and low pressure systems.)” Thanks to Wikipedia for that definition.
But they still show her possible tracks either going to Tampa or to our panhandle here in Florida or Brownsville, Texas!
None is where it should go, perhaps it will fizzle and all will be well…
Déjà vu again, Hurricane Charley, August 13th, 2004, a Friday, a direct hit of a category four here and it also was supposed to go to Tampa and all points elsewhere!
Either way it is not good, number one son lives near Tampa.
Now we have no other recourse in ‘the season’ other than watching and listening to all the weather mavens and hoping for the best!

In other news, friends come and friends go and what I have found that people who tell you that you cannot take constructive criticism also cannot take it themselves; how odd?
Nah, human nature that is because none of us like to be told that we are not up to another person’s concept of what something should be, really.
Opinions on many things are subjective, which as you all know mean slanted, biased, prejudiced, skewed or one-sided.
Adversarial can be conflicting as in management, better yet: Synonyms: hostile, adversary, antagonistic, antipathetic, inhospitable, inimical, jaundiced, mortal, negative, unfriendly, unsympathetic… now if you were called that what would you think?

And yes, I was called the above or should I say accused of being what the above implies?
Now, most would take that very insulting comment and run as far away from that person as one can get…


Here’s where my little story begins so fascinating it would actually make a great book or even a movie…
This person commented on something that is solely mine with a better than thou attitude… who seems to have forgotten from whence she came…not ghetto poor but not too wealthy either, and had the good fortune of marrying for money a much older man who happened to die, in testate… oddly enough he was an attorney. And another interesting tidbit she always had said that she would marry an old guy who would kick off; Déjà vu again …She had been his secretary in his law firm while he was married with two young children at home… He fell hard for she was a beauty and knew her flirtatious stuff like any twenty-five year old should.
The relationship was kept quiet, but if all innocent, why?
During those years I was already a married woman with one and two-thirds children, the youngest was a bun in my oven, of my own and so as any good friend would do for another friend I tried introducing her to other fellows…but no, she was not interested… and soon, I never told her this, I thought that she might be gay, but in the 1970’s none of us were as smart about that then…
But in my mind if she didn’t like young men, than that was not such a leap, was it?
Any-who, I was wrong, and as I have said many times before that I have been wrong before, yes many, many times; too many to count actually!
The deal was that she was seeing a married man!
Shocking for Miss Goody, Goody Two Shoes here to know how to handle! So, I said to my friend, after much listening to my inner self’s best way to handle this precarious situation that I trusted her judgment when she finally confessed, since I felt that she must love this man very, very much since I knew that she would never split up a family…
It was the 1970’s actually 1975-ish…
This woman who I had known for over ten years at that point made me wonder about my own husband’s fidelity too… If a lawyer with a family could cheat with my friend that I knew longer than my husband, could my husband do that too?
Thankfully after over forty-one years of marriage, to this day I want to believe that he never has, but you know who hasn’t wondered if one argument too many wouldn’t make the most faithful stray? Nah, he says he didn’t and I believe that to be true!
Back to this little story of mine… even when her husband was dying from cancer they lived eighty miles away from one another, he closer to the hospital for chemo treatments and his office and she in their mountain palatial-contemporary cedar home with spiral staircase et all… on ten acres with waterfalls and a brook included.
She would complain that he was verbally abusive and I said so leave him, actually I said either p—s or get off the pot, since he was very ill and her negative attitude would either have to change or that she should get out!
Occasionally she would work for him even then in his office and called me one day in utter horror!
For she was on the office computer and found out that he had cut her out of his will!
She was utterly upset, but I had a feeling he would have figured out her trips with guys, so-called friends, to Las Vegas and all…eventually that she had told me about with even pictures sent and no I never told him… I didn’t know him that well to let him know.
That is why I wondered why she stayed with him, but apparently she had enough on him to get him to tear up his will… therefore everything going to his legal widow, her!
All true.
Now if I was of the right mindset, I would have gotten into the aftermath, but she interfered in my relationship with our second son, thus partially causing our estrangement with her and him.
Our younger son was in his late twenties by then, and when she emailed me that her husband had died, I forwarded it to our younger son as she had to me…He went berserk! Saying that was awful!
And he seemed to respect this woman more than me and said she looked to him like one of the famous blonde actresses, which one eludes right now, ah Michelle Pfeiffer… so in that respect she could do no wrong, huh?
Any-way, he is just a man and that is all she ever needed to get them in her power, fortunately my husband and older son were not bamboozled, like the younger one was with all women! Thus he being on his second wife before the age of thirty-five, and marrying his first one at the age of twenty-eight, not to mention the steady influx of women from high-school and college that he not only dated but lived with! More like his pseudo aunt, her, than his own parents… with her same morals too, since his first wife said that he cheated on her, but he claimed the same… who knows, she is also remarried with a baby today!

And there are the beginnings of an interesting but trite story, a secretary shagging her boss and as it appears redundant too… oh well!
For motive as a possible fictional alleged murder mystery too it seems like we have all heard this somewhere before…hmm?
Odd how we as people try hard to forgive the worse transgressions in others when in truth we have no reason to feel that need, since I hear tell when all is said and done we all answer to a higher power…in the end who is the only one who will judge us.

On that more than you ever would care to know essay of why I am down another so-called long term friendship with trying so hard not to be judgmental but becoming judged, allow me to be the first to wish you all a very happy good night and kindly ask you all to count your blessings and share those overages and we will too!

And next time please be here or be square, ya hear?

PS she has now told me that after a year after her dear husband died that I reminded her that I had married for love, what? Of course I did!