About 4 or five years ago the mattress in our bedroom was totally destroyed. It was way beyond the use life. I am serious while both of us were much heavier than we are right now, while my side had a big hole where my body was his side had given up and was trying to run away. He had no side wall of the mattress and was trying not to fall on the floor. One night I got so upset I demanded an end to the bullshit and insisted he remove the mattress.
So instead of buying a new mattress he decided to remove the bed frame and instead put up a high air mattress we had for when we needed to go to the hospital during a hurricane and kept for visitors to sleep on. But that was too low for my hips and back and I was constantly struggling. One night as I was sleeping the value gave out and I ended up trapped in the bed, crying for help. James heard me and came down and got me up.
So Ron overcame his hate to spend money on his own comfort and realized we couldn’t do this. Now here is where our lives are different. I figured we would get a new bed frame, a storage bed I always wanted due to our abundance of stuff and lack of space to put it, and a normal mattress from the mattress stores that cost around $1,200.00
Nope, Ron listened to James who had just spend a large amount of money on a frame and mattress from the Purple company. So Ron told me to asked me to order the new king-size storage bed that was already very high, and he and James went back and forth over what mattress we needed for it. When Ron told me that the mattress was going to cost $4,000.00 I was shocked. I was like what about this or that one advertised locally. Nope he said we need this for you and your very painful bones. I tried hard to say my bones could deal … but he wouldn’t bend. So the king size bed frame I choose because of the storage and headboard space for $1,800 he added $4,000 grand for the purple mattress.
Now I was upset but decided if he insisted, I could live with it. But when the bed arrived and we set it up, it had a weight limit of … 300 pounds. But the new mattress that Ron bought was 300 pounds itself. So before Ron and James put the new mattress on the bed, Ron added a few under the bed supports and a couple large 2x4s to run down the length of the bed.
Move to this last week as Ron was frantically trying to figure out what was happening to our south sided wall outlets on a split circuit that seemed to go mostly to the south wall and a small part to my Pink Palace including his TV and player stuff. After we went to bed about 1 am we both woke to a huge … Bang, crack, boom. We did not realize what happened until he got up a few hours later after trying hard to stay in bed and hitting me in the face accidentally.
So after a few hours he gave up and got up. We took the mattress off. And Ron was shocked. All the support legs had twisted off, and the too thin boards had warped under the weight or broke. So Ron stopped replacing the outlets and electrical work he was doing for two days … We do have priorities and not sleeping on the floor is one of them. So he got his tools including his drill and saws out, and went to work. Sadly it was a time in the month when we only had $50 dollars in our account (yes we are now among the US seniors who are very poor) so he did not buy a sheet of 1/4 plywood which he feels would have fixed the problem, instead he grabbed all the different pieces of wood he had to patch things and promised me he would buy the plywood to fix it when I got paid.
Ron sadly tries to cheer me up by reminding me our life has become management by crisis. Great news. The bed is again very strong and comfortable … even able to stand … active seniors sex activities. Below are the pictures. Hugs and loves to all. And yes the drama of our grand life continues. Hugs
OK it happened again. Partly my fault, partly the tech gremlins that live in my computers. See I had 6 open windows, with many tabs each. I depend on the computer saving them. Well yesterday I was trying to pass on some stuff Kamyk wanted me to tell some of his friends. But when I went to open the program to do that it wouldn’t open it just flashed repeatedly. Nothing I could do would work including reinstalling the program would make the program work. In frustration I reset the computer only after realizing I had just lost all my saved open windows and tabs. All I can say is I was stupid to react that fast but also worried about not getting done what my friend in an ICU had asked me. So I will go open all the comments I can access and save them again. Hugs.
There is so much I want to do. I really want to get back to videos, that will become my main passion while Ali and Randy do other content. But just as Ron started working on a camera setup to make the camera adjustable but straight on, we had a circuit breaker problem and wires burning in our wall. As always in our home it is one crisis after the other. Ron calls it management by crisis.
Ron was born in 1955. He will be 70 years old next year. I will be 62. Today he told me he feels it. Yesterday he had to take apart our very large king size storage bed because the thing is only rated for 300 pounds and the Purple mattress Ron wanted weighs that itself. Add two adults … So he added supports to it when we first got it. But it was not enough. I won’t apologize for us being active in bed at our age and Ron often says when I am having bad memories or times I thrash and struggle in bed. So the thin plank boards they sent with it were all warped and the supports had all been twisted or feel off.
Ron had to take the 300 pound mattress off the bed and lay strips of plywood he had left over from projects plus add new 2X4 leg supports below each brace that runs longways. No he refused to let me help at anything except to get him batteries from the Pink Palace for his drills. I begged him to let me help but he was not having it. He says the next time he buys plywood for a house project he is going to get a sheet for the bed and never have to worry about this again.
The bed is more flat and better than it has been for a long time. It did not really bother me as I am much lighter than Ron by 40 or 50 pounds but his side was so destroyed he couldn’t turn over in bed. Don’t tell him I told you this. We both mentioned how softer the bed had gotten but what we did not realize was that was because the entire support system for the mattress had collapsed.
Scary turn. Ron went out this morning after our walk to do the grocery shopping. I started to do the dishes. I got a call from Ron. He was very upset. He said I am coming home, I have to, I can’t do it. I was shocked he was very foggy this morning but that is normal for him. But he went to one store and simply did not go in and went to the store next door and found he did not have the strength to get out of the car. That is when he called me. I asked him if he needed me to come for him but he said no. He came home and went for a nap. Then he wanted to start projects but I only let him put up a small clip for my canes then I insisted he sit for the rest of the day and do fun stuff. Just as he tells me. Yesterday he had to stand split on the supports and lift his one leg that doesn’t respond well over the supports to fix the bed. He laughs that he got his stretching excessing in, but the truth is he way over did. My he man always taking care of Scottie hates to admit he needs care now also.
On the videos that is where I want to go with my content on the blog. Ali and Randy have the content they like to post. I could have knocked this written post out in 5 minutes and it has taken me 45 minutes to write out and correct. But every time Ron gets to fixing the camera and background issues we have a crisis. He has a list of things he wants to repair in the Pink Palace but other crisis come and he has to deal with them. Please hang on we will eventually get it all worked out, like five years from now … but we have a plan.
One last thing to bring people up to date. Kamyk’s O2 returned to a more normal range this morning. Over the night (when he called me) his O2 and blood pressure had dropped dangerously low, but like I said the ICU is the place he needed to be. They gave him IV drugs to help both and he is sating at 93 to 96 which is great. Side note if everyone took their O2 levels they would be surprised by the results. One thing you do not want is 100% as that is a bad sign that the lungs are not exchanging co2. So his readings are great. Love everyone, hope you understand why I am not on the blog more. I am either with Ron, doing housework, or with the family of my friend. I just need to find a way to add 20 more hours to each day. Oh speaking of that, my wonderful friend / brother Randy who works normally 60 hours a week or more, took a panicked phone call from me at like 10 PM. He not only was wonderful but got me to laugh and see a side of the world I had forgotten existed. He is so grand words don’t do justice. Hugs.
Kamyk was moved to an ICU with Covid and an O2 level in the low 80s. I spent all day after only getting 3 hours sleep texting on Skype in group chat and private chats all day and into the next. I got to bed at 12:30 … am. Yes Ron was and is upset about the long hours and the toll it is taking on me, but he understands I am doing my best. Kamyk is in the best place for care, the ICU. Problem is his mother and one sister have Covid and visited him in his old room for days. Knowing they had Covid. They find masks inconvenient and unpleasant.
That sister is a complete narcissist who kept trying to make the group chats about her. She was reminded several times we needed to concentrate on Kamyk, but she couldn’t even use his chosen name, constantly dead naming him. Finally the good sister started a separate private chat with me. She was very angry at her other sister’s actions. I just started ignoring the bad sister. Had a good talk with the good sister on the private channel. We learned about each other. I wouldn’t share with her what Kamyk shared with me as that was his right to do so if he wanted. She said she knew about some of the adult stuff but not the kid stuff. I advised her to talk with her brother when he gets better.
She also was abused, but did not go into details. I have a policy of not asking if the person doesn’t seem to want me to, I figure if someone wants me to know something they will tell me most of the time. Anyway Ron has gone out shopping, there are a few dishes to wash, so I am going to take medication and do them so he has clean counters to set stuff on. Hugs. Thank you all for not only understand but sending thoughts, feelings, and prayers for my friend. He has been through so much he did not need this set back. I know he was talking he wanted it all to end. I think that was desperation talking, not his normal self. Hugs all.
Later I will explain all the steps he has taken. But right now I have been up over 30 plus hours so I am going to stop trying to blog and watch movies, helping him as he needs me to. Hugs and loves.
Hi everyone. Maybe people are getting tired of hearing my daily struggles that break through my normal defenses sometimes and bring me to not a cliff, but a steep hill almost impossible to not fall down, with things to hit and bounce off of hurting more but very few things to grab on to that I can use to stop the falling. Two of those things together stopped my fall Friday night, hopefully giving me something I can hold on to that will stop the falling long enough to get off the mountain slope. I reached close enough to the bottom once in 2014. I don’t want to fall that far again nor see what is below that at the very bottom of that long fall.
I also need to explain that for a week I was running on 4 hours sleep and last night I only got 2 hours and 23 minutes (Friday night Saturday morning). This morning (Saturday) on our walk Ron who also struggled to sleep noticed I was sluggish, slow for me, not talking much. When we got back home my body couldn’t do more. Barely able to take off my jacket and getting Ron’s help taking off a heavy long sleeved sweatshirt that was too small for me, after I put on a tee shirt I fell into bed. I slept all day. Ron also had not slept so came to bed for 3 or so hours. During that time I had a nightmare of my childhood abuse and woke him by crying out for my abuser to please stop, to not hurt me more. Ron woke me as gently as he could. I again felt shame and sorrow over waking him from his slumber over my own trauma. It had slowed down greatly but this last week the nightmares and crying outburst while sleeping, and while awake in my Pink Place, which Ron has tried hard to make a safe space for me. I go through a lot of facial tissues in here.
On Thursday after not sleeping well and having other issues I watched two videos which later was followed by a third A few days later while still trying to recover. I just realized over half of my current tabs open on YouTube are of PSAs on child abuse or testimonies of victims trying to find resolution. I get them in my feed because when I am in a triggered emotional set back I tend to watch these and of course Google / YouTube fills my recommendations with a constant feed of more of them. And I fall down that mountain slope reaching out and read more and more and more of others abuse making the slope steeper with the things to hit that hurt harder, bigger, and the helpful handholds so less. The very same reason I had to stop participating on the Male Survivor site. Once I fall down that mountain slope the more I read / hear of others abuse so much of what happened to me the faster I fall with few things to grab on to that will slow my falling, which seems to get faster the longer I fall.
The first video was the one that set it off. I cut it off after the movie went to “Jesus saved my life from my abusive father who was killing me part” when I watched it. If that saved him I am glad, but Jesus nor religion never stopped my abuse nor were any of my abuser anymore into religion than for a brief period when they got a lot of attention from being involved in the Sunday School teachings they so loved the attention as new members and maybe thought that would wash away all their sins. They soon got disinterested and left, and I was still being abused. Abused before it, during it, and after it. Sometimes I would be abused before we got ready for church and if not before then I knew I would be when we got back home. In my case the power of the lord had no help for me.
So the first video was the worst. It talked about how the father hated the kid because he was another man’s son. In the video the wife had an affair and that left the husband forever taking his violence on the kid. In my case I never thought my adoptive mother was my mother, and from the few records I could find after her death it seems my mother’s father paid for me to be adopted and paid the biological father a large sum of money. But sadly my birth certificate list both of them as my parents. But that was the feeling of my adoptive father, he was not raising another man’s kid. He took that anger out on me and made clear his own kids could also to retain his favor. In the video the other kids snuck him food and comforted him, not mine. Mine denied the food unless I either humiliated myself or sexual pleased them. For a few years the daily abuse was less when the adopting mother was around, which was rare, because I was still her adorable little toddler toy to parade around, yet she explained the bruising and lack of normal interaction I had as I was shy and clumsy falling often into things. The dead eyes and lack of interest in things she explained as being tired because I fought to not go to bed. As I have said before by the time I was 6 years old in first grade she had stopped protecting me and slowly became a participant in my abuse as I aged rather than just turning away ignoring it. It took my school getting involved to change a lot in my life.
But as in the short video, shorter if you don’t watch the Jesus intervention part at the last third, I became aware of the sound of every abuser. Their footsteps with shoes or bare feet, their breathing when hurting me or using me sexually, both oral and anal, and feared being around them or the sound of them getting closer. I also wondered if this was the time they did not stop. I am not sure if I understood if they did not it would be death, I just feared this time they wouldn’t stop and it would keep going on forever. As a child we had no religious beliefs so I had no idea that the abuse might stop in heaven or continue in hell, I knew nothing of death. I just knew I wanted them not to hurt me, I wanted to have food and eat like they did, I wanted someone to hold me and tell me I did a good thing like they got. I wanted affection. I wanted to be able to go to the bathroom without conditions or being told to pee in a glass that as it filled I would have to drink all of it before being able to continue peeing in the glass until finishing, humiliated, crying, sad, hurt, while the hell spawn and their friends gloated over being able to make me do it. The friends may not have understood the punishments if I peed my clothing or on the floor being reported to my adopting parents by the hell spawn, as my view wouldn’t be heard. If they said I just peed myself rather than tell them I needed to go or they made me pee on the floor and said I did it before they could stop me … they would be believed and nothing I said would be heard. Many times I remember them holding me forcing me to pee on something knowing I would take a nude beating with them looking on gloating. It was a way to make me willing to accept what they demanded and willingly give them what they wanted from me.
Sadly the only kind affection I got between late 3 to nearly 7 years old was from a little boy lover pedophile across the street. His abuse I have never seen as traumatic. Yes he used my body for his own needs, but he was kind, gentle, his touch and hugs were warm with good feelings. Even when inside me he was kind, gentle, and constantly praising me as a wonderful boy. It made me want even more to try to make him happy. He told me over and over what a good boy I was, he really seemed to care for me which I never saw from the young hell spawn who hurt me for their enjoyment, nor from either adoptive parents.
One punishment the hell spawn would do when they were home with no adult was to tie a wide belt or rope around my neck and then attach it to the stair banister in a way that my head was jerked into looking up at a painful angle, my hands would be tied to or through the stair rails so I couldn’t use them to defend myself. I would always be nude. I would sometimes be blindfolded, that was when I knew that more than them hitting me, hurting me, other kids would also be there to hurt and rape me. I couldn’t tell where the blows might be coming from, who was grasping me grabbing my hips, who was …, everyone must get the idea. So yes I learned to hear them, to fear them, and the child diddler across the street never seem bad or a threat to me. He was the only bright kind light in my life. Then he killed himself and that kindness when away forever. But it did set me up for looking for kind abusers in my life. Such as the principle at my 1st to 6th grade school. He quickly realized the kid I was and made a friendship with my adoptive mother. Even as he was facilitated a place and way for me to leave class to laydown behind the library shelves along with letting me go with a police officer questions deflected, he was also using me sexually. Only once he was he hurtful, that was when I insulted a female teacher so before he raped me he made me with a bare bottom bend over his knees and spanked me hard as a lesson. Then when I stood up, kissed me, hugged me, told me sternly to always obey my teachers. And then turned me around, lubing my butt hole, and inserted himself inside me to finish … planting his seed there. I was then given an abnormal instruction to pull my pants up, go back to my classroom. That time I was not offered the option to go laydown, nor go to the bathroom to expel his cum. I understood I was being punished. I worried about it leaking and the pain of sitting. Thankfully my teacher never called me out for fidgeting and constant movements in my hard no cushion chair, maybe knowing what was going on with me at home and in school.
Now it is Sunday morning. I couldn’t finish this post last night. I was getting too upset and was too tired. I got another 3 and half hours of sleep before I got up again. So here is the rest of the story hopefully with less emotional upset from me.
Wow just rereading correcting my errors now has me worn out emotionally already. I can not imagine how it must be for everyone reading who don’t know what the life I lived is like. It must be stories from a strange foreign world or harmful different government on earth somewhere far away. Sorry it happened to me here, in New England. But let me continue to get this out before it consumes me again. I have so much unresolved pain from the past. Some want me to ignore it, some want to reveled in it seeing my survival as overcoming it but they lose the point, it still haunts / hurts me. Left undealt with I will be the one left falling down that steep mountain slope with no way of stopping hitting the bottom … which might be death.
So you have read all of the above, no reason not to provide you with the videos. The first was the beatings of a defenseless child, making him the other in the family simply because he was the product of another man’s seed he resented having responsibility to feed or care for. You have read all of the above so here is the video, and again I ask you to make sure you are in a good place to understand that was my daily life so do not take that pain on yourself because I have already done that for all of us. Here it is.
The second video that continued my downward spiral and the steeping of the mountain slope I was trying to find footing and keep from falling further down that slope to the hell I knew to be at the end. This is the one being raped at school. I was by adults but not students, but the older boys were sexually aware enough to act out on me. Not physically hurtful but emotionally building that idea that was my place in life, to serve the more aggressive, more developed male. Lucky for me what they wanted was so silly and quick it meant nothing. And the teachers caught on quicly that if I asked to use the bathroom and other male kids asked right after … they were told to wait until I was back. Which was very frustrating to them and made several to try to be my out of school friend. One night If I could plead for it using my body as currency they never wanted to come back again. No one came to our home and I was not allowed to go to theirs. I have no idea what scared the older kids in grade school from wanting wanting to stay over night again. I was willing to please, but the adopting parents were not willing for me to develop friendships. One of the prices of the “school friend” leaving the next day was instant abuse to make me avoid asking anyone else to stay over again.
The last video that I watched a day or two after trying to absorb / deal with the abuse was again one that religious overtones. But even with that the ending was so shocking / revealing I want to include it. See if I had understood any religion, if I have thought that there was a way to stop the abuse … I would do what so many other kids did. I would have taken my life. That is why this post is so hard to make. It shows how stupid I was at that age, it shows how clueless I was. If I thought there was a way to move beyond my life at that stage I would have gladly let them go all the way and kill me. Sorry for all this. This has been a many day post as I struggled to first write it, reread it and edit it again, then fall some more down the mountain slope to briefly grab something to try to write again. Side note. On the other computer I have 10 videos cued up ready to play about child abuse. Some are PSAs and some are personal survival videos from abuse victims. Mostly male but a few female. YouTuber dumps them into my feed and I open them / watch them or save them … all now send me to the mountain making the slope steeper. There was a time when the slope was not so steep and much easier to walk away from. The force drawing me to the bottom so small. Yet now it is returning to like 2014 and I am no longer having the flat stable land before the slope that I lived on so long. Now I am right at the edge of that slope and far too often I am struggling as I fall down it unable to resist the pull with few handholds and the hurtful things getting ever more / harder as I fall.
This is what I have been fighting for months, I forget how long. I am dealing with my own needing to leave the Male Survivor site, Kamk’s abuse and his now being in the hospital afraid and triggered. I struggle to balance his needs that right now are far more immediate than mine. He feels he is looking at death or worse, life with no way to ever be who he was or wants to be. I want so badly to reach out and hug him, to hold him, to help him … but I again am that child who was forced to ask to be allowed to drink a 14 year old boys urine so I wouldn’t be beaten in the morning. Here is the last video I watched. I wont be sharing the others in my cue … maybe just as links but no commentary, but maybe I will grant myself mercy and not include them at all. I am going to post this and go get a shower I have put off for three days. Much love and warm comforting hugs for those that want them but also simple heartfelt thanks to those that follow and don’t want that physical touch. Trust me I understand how disrupting and jarring unwanted touch can be. I love you even if you don’t want hugs. Here is the last video which was while Rand and Ron were with me providing the handles to grab on to and the way to make the mountain slope less steep. Hugs / best wishes.
Hi everyone. Thank you to Ali and Randy for keeping things running here. I went from my own personal melt down to now helping someone avoid theirs. I will explain.
So many may have noticed I am only posting view email news now mostly, I am not keeping up with comments, however I have saved them all in open tabs to get to later after this passes, and I am rarely interacting.
I really wanted to do this as a video as I feel I could do it so much better. But I can’t ever find the time and now don’t have the energy to do it. So here is what is going on.
I have a friend who is a fellow survivor. He was kidnapped at 7 yrs old and then tortured and trained to be a sex toy. Very harsh graphics if you ever read it. It led to lifetime victimization that he details on MS and with me in our talks. But the short version is he got out of it when he turned 40 but it has nearly destroyed his life. So now you understand the backstory. We have been working on and helping each with our abuses. He is one of the few people that understands some of the things going on with me and my issues. He has insights that have helped me and I help him. He tells me I am one of the few who also understand what he is dealing with emotionally.
My friend Kamyk was getting very sick. He has diverticulosis, infected pockets in his intestines. But his are in his in colon area, the upper sigmoid colon. He started having fevers of 104 and me and others begged him to go to medical care. He did. They hospitalized him because one or more pockets burst and were killing him. But the suddenness of it and the situation left him without any of his coping methods such as his computer but only his phone which he used to contact me. He has since gotten some things to help him, but his situation medically is iffy and his emotional situation is protected only by me and one other person that really can only contact him a few hours during the deep morning hours.
So the first days of communication were me trying hard to keep him from freaking out and his needing me to be with him almost all the time he was awake. He left our communications on even when the doctors were talking with him, which he gave them permission to tell me. I have not violated those talks as my own training tells me what I can repeat and what I can not. I do not repeat the doctor’s words but my friend’s fears and worries along with his understandings of medical things.
That set up a pattern that was made from his desperation and fear along with my wanting to be there for my friend just like Randy was there for me when I had my break down in 2014. He did the same thing spending as much time as possible that I needed but in his case he was working nights in a 12 hour shift in a hard job. But he did it to keep me from cutting myself and my wanting to die. I am now so much better I am paying his grand wonderful sacrifice forward. Every waking moment I had was spent with him in his waking moment and he slowly adjusted so has become calm. I have only my health, abilities, and emotional stability to work around. Again Randy had it much worse and he did it. So then should I try.
He today was going in for a dirty surgery. I am not posting the details but to only say that this is not preferred and going to be hard on my friend. I stayed with him via text even during my doctor’s office. My provider is so wonderful she took time to explain his situation internally and reassure me. But he went into the pre-op about 1 pm my time. It is now 8 pm my time with no word from him. Ron has tried to get me to go to bed, but I am so worried I can’t do so. Ron has reminded me of my training that I know a hard surgery could take a long surgery recovery time and now he will need / want / be kept under so he is not awake to text. But even though I know all that, I worked that, I did that, I still worry about my friend. Not really for the surgery. It will be what it will be. But his emotional state when he wakes up. He is so fragile. I have had all my life to deal with mine, I had my melt down mental break in 2014 so have had time to deal with that also. Kamyk just remembered parts of his abuse a year ago and his horrible kidnapping at 7 and the total mind, emotional, and physical fuck of a 7-year-old boy is something that is only months old and he is trying to deal with. He has turned to me as so much of what he endured was like what I endured. Sweet soul he is he thinks my own abuse was worse because of the constant violence I experience for 17 years, and I think his is worse because of the constant sexual use of his body over the years while mine was again only 17 years plus three people raping me as an 18, 19, and 20 year old, one person a female that made it worse for me somehow did it 4 times before I found a way to stop it. I guess we are two very damaged people desperately trying to help each other in our passage in life.
One last thing for this post. I should have gone to bed at 5 or 6 when I was tired. Ron is asking me to try to go to bed now. But I don’t feel sleepy even though I woke at midnight and only had a 2 hour nap because he came and laid down with meat 3 pm today. But remember I got shot up with steroids today. It is going to wreak havoc with my emotions, with my sleep, and my eating needs for a few weeks again. Thank each one of you that comes to Scotties Playtime and for each of you that read this post. It is important to me. Hugs.
Thank you everyone who was worried. We went to bed at 7 pm planning on the hurricane hitting at 1 or 2 am. I had gone to bed earlier but couldn’t sleep and Ron did not check the news, so we did not know that the hurricane had sped up and moved on shore far earlier than we thought. It hit shortly after we went to bed, but the heavy winds and rain were on the north side and we are south of the eye. We woke at 9:30 pm by a loud bang, which was something hitting the back wall of one of our sheds that is attached to the house. The shed is next to our bedroom/ bathroom wall and accessed from our Florida room. That is the large long room that is under the carport off our kitchen. The wall held but from then we were up. That is when we realized that the storm had passed and we are now getting the back wind. That wind is intense and gusts have been hurricane strength. They are warning that with the tide coming in we might get more storm surge but we did not get a lot of storm surge so the only flooding we took is from the rain. We are safe and well. Thank you for everyone who was worried. There will be debris clean up in the morning and a house inspection. But the roof held, no leaks and the windows are all boarded up so no breakage. Hugs. Scottie
Just an update on our situation. It is like a ghost town here. Few of us stayed. Most left and went to hotels or friends homes even closer to the water, which is silly. The fact is they did not want to be alone. The storm shifted south, meaning it is closer to us so we are going to get more than we thought, plus it has become a cat 4 at landfall. It is slowed a bit now expected to hit around 1 or 2 in the morning. Good thing is we will be sleeping, the bad thing is we will lose power. I will offer Ron one of my back up power supplies from the computers to keep his C-PAP running all night. He will be too upset to sleep but I will try to help him. He has fortified the home as much as possible even boarding up windows we did not board up for Ian. The good news is unlike Ian which hung over us for 8 hours this storm will pass quickly over us and be gone. The biggest danger to us and why we took so much damage from Ian was the roofs of other homes smashing into our home and slicing open our own roof, letting it peel open. Plus the sides of the house was hit by flying debris that people left out when they left. People don’t realize that stuff becomes missiles to hit other homes or people. The animals are all hunkered down outside. Last night the animals like rabbits, possums, armadillos, raccoons, and other small critters all foraged like crazy knowing they wouldn’t eat for a few days. Now there are no animals out at all. Our security cameras show nothing moving out there. We should be OK if the house holds. If not, well it was nice being friends with you all. Hugs. Scottie
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