Smells Like Booze and Sorrow

        I think I would be better off not looking at a calendar. I can smell booze and sorrow, creeping in on the wings of a hurricane.
        People of Florida take our weather very seriously, we have parties. Big giant booze parties, ending in a boo-hoo fest. " Oh I am so glad the hurrrrIcaneeee did not get us.", " I love you too." " Is the eye here yet?" " Is Ross Hill coming from Blountstown?" " Do not use grandmothers china for candle holders!"
       See there is a story with every storm.
       Sterno and flashlights, and a bathtub filled with ice and booze.
  We would go down with the storm, a happy lot. The stories of being young and foolish.
      Now I watch the weather like a hawk over her young. " Five inches of rain, Jesus, do we have enough water?" " Charge up everything, maybe I need to download about six new books?" " Let me call mama, and make sure they are OK?" " Check with Boston Barons, is it going up there?"( Hurricane It!)
(" How many times do you have to look outside the window, while you are typing Bonnie!)
    Hermine( the hurricane) is skirting a few states, with mostly rain, but in Florida we hunker down. In Atlanta if there is a slight breeze in the air, school is canceled. God forbid we put a child on a school bus with the wind blowing! I do hope all people are safe and no flooding comes your way. I also want trees to stay put, roots to the ground, for a few more 100 years. September day one, and a storm is brewing. Damn calendar!!
        I forgot in August to run down a few of my reads, so let me quickly jot you a few.
                       1. Iris and Lily, loving it. A few pages left to go, it has been a delight.
                       2. Underground Railroad by Colson Whitehead 
                       3. I've Got Sand In All The Wrong Places by Lisa Scottoline
                       4.White Trash-The 400-year Untold History of Class in America by Nancy Isenberg
                       5. A Traveler's Guide To Belonging
( if you do not see the authors name, it is because I cannot read it on my Kindle, so it is their fault for using such a tiny font!)
( 2-5) are to be read in September, everything I read is good, so these are my recommendations, even unread!!)
            Now just a note about Iris and Lily.
                     My highlighted jewels.
                            She felt pity for that girl, still hiding inside the withering body of an aging woman who could finally buy her own fancy panties, but had no one around... 

                           She swallowed her objection with her sassy voice that smacked of burnt sugar

                          It seemed curious to Iris that she never remembered anything good about winter. Summer thoughts were another story altogether.

                         convenience was so expensive

                         macerated in regret, swallowed down one bite at a time

    This book is .......slow and you can taste it......bitter and sweet, life continues to be stormy and peaceful, with the turn of a page. 
      Much like this September, I am sure of it.