But there were a lot of dolphins out frolicking in the water, which is always fun to see. I had told my friend Jim Lewis about all the fish we saw at the dock on Thursday night, so while Miss Terry was cooking dinner, he and I went down to see if they were still there. I will probably never need them, but if I do, I really, really need them! I kind of feel like it’s the same as having fire extinguishers or a gun for self-defense. Double up on your pain medicine.īack at home, we put some of the sandbags by the office door in case we need them and put the rest on a flat four-wheel dolly inside the garage. Note to self – when you have a bad back, filling sandbags and putting them in the back of your pickup truck is going to make you hurt. We gave our leftover bags to a gentleman and his son (the two people on the left in this picture) and let them use our shovel to fill them.
We loaded four shovels full of sand into ten of the doubled black bags, and someone else who had all they needed gave us two or three of the regular white sandbags, which we filled also. There were several other people there filling sandbags as well, and there was kind of a community feel to it, as everybody chatted and talked about the coming storm, recalled past storms, and helped each other. So we got some bags and headed to the nearest fire station that had sand available. But it was suggested that doubling up super strong reinforced black trash bags would do just as well.
Volusia County has several places where you can fill sandbags, but when we went to the store to get some empty sandbags yesterday it turned out nobody had any available. Fortunately, our front door is raised up about two feet, so hopefully that won’t be an issue. However, there is a drainage canal right next to our place, and even though it has pretty steep banks, with all the rain that is predicted from Hurricane Dorian, I wanted to get some sandbags for the front of our garage, which is closest to the canal, and also my office door, which is at ground-level. Our house is located 800 yards from the Intercoastal Waterway, and according to the people who have lived here a lot longer than we have, no storm surge has ever brought water within several blocks of our house. But unlike those loafers I knew of back in my Army days, we were actually working! And hard enough to break a sweat, too!
Yesterday Miss Terry and I spent some time hanging out with some sandbaggers and did a little sandbagging ourselves. When I was in the Army a lifetime ago we had a term for somebody who always found a way to escape work, or who did just enough to get by but not a bit more.
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