That verdamnt storm, Barry, is still wobbling in the Gulf. We're starting to see squalls in central Louisiaa, but the wind is moderate. The weather-weenies admit that they're still trying to nail it down, and it's like trying to nail jello. The current track seems to put it right on top of us, and I'm going to continue to watch, as long as the power company lets me do so. I'm not expecting a problem, but it would be follish to totally discount the probability that we won't have challenges. This is a big-frikiing storm, and the entire state of Louisiana will be affected, from the coast, eventually to the Arkansas border.
In other news, second grandson Quinton has his very first drill today wit the Louisiana National Guard. He doesn't have a vehicle yet, so PawPaw dropped him off at Beauregard this morning in time to make 0645 formation. The young private is making his very first drill in a tropical storm. I hope that this is simply an event, and not an ominous omen concerning his military career.
The Louisiana Guard pays tuition at state universities, making it a very attractive option for young people who want to go to college. He plans to graduate from high school in December, then attend basic training in January, thence to tech school in the spring. His chosen field is MOS 91F, Small Arms Repairman.
Belle got a little teary-eyed this morning. Her grandkids are growing up.
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