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A matter of National Security....
A favorite coffee mug of mine--a lovely glazed light gray ceramic piece of art, with a handle in the shape of a graceful cat, just fell from my hutch, along with a book, a magazine, and two notices from Koda's school. Why does this minor occurrence [even the mug survived the fall] rate a journal entry?
Because the Navy is dropping bombs. LIVE bombs. And has been since 9 January. And will be, between 8:00am and midnight, every day until 25 January, according to this article--which very handily also gives a toll-free number for "noise issues".
It isn't the noise that's bothering me; it's the shuddering house, the rattling windows, the skittish pets--the interminable headache and edginess of the entire experience. The Ocala Forest is about 25 miles away from here, and we're used to the routine bombing practices. But normally, they occur only three or four days per year. And normally, they don't use live ordnance--which, we are rapidly discovering, is much louder and much more effective at vibration-making, than the usual dummy bombs. They're annoying, but tolerable. However. Every freaking day for seventeen days?
My mother points out that it could be worse--we could actually live in Ocala, where more things fall off more hutches, and windows actually break. And I could be out of Ativan. And/or coffee. And/or cigarettes. All I'm really out of, at this point, is patience.
Here is an interesting editorial about the practice; Glenwood, the town in the dateline, is actually where I live, and the author gives a good description of the practice--and saved me from placing what would have been a useless call to the Volusia County Sheriff's Department.
Gawd--there goes anotherone three. The dog is whimpering in his crate, two cats just raced down the stairs and under the bed, and a small tree limb fell in the yard. Nine more days of this is unthinkable.
Okay. Done ranting. Going now to hide under the bed with the cats.
Because the Navy is dropping bombs. LIVE bombs. And has been since 9 January. And will be, between 8:00am and midnight, every day until 25 January, according to this article--which very handily also gives a toll-free number for "noise issues".
It isn't the noise that's bothering me; it's the shuddering house, the rattling windows, the skittish pets--the interminable headache and edginess of the entire experience. The Ocala Forest is about 25 miles away from here, and we're used to the routine bombing practices. But normally, they occur only three or four days per year. And normally, they don't use live ordnance--which, we are rapidly discovering, is much louder and much more effective at vibration-making, than the usual dummy bombs. They're annoying, but tolerable. However. Every freaking day for seventeen days?
My mother points out that it could be worse--we could actually live in Ocala, where more things fall off more hutches, and windows actually break. And I could be out of Ativan. And/or coffee. And/or cigarettes. All I'm really out of, at this point, is patience.
Here is an interesting editorial about the practice; Glenwood, the town in the dateline, is actually where I live, and the author gives a good description of the practice--and saved me from placing what would have been a useless call to the Volusia County Sheriff's Department.
Gawd--there goes another
Okay. Done ranting. Going now to hide under the bed with the cats.
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Hee. But ye gods, I can't imagine living with that for more than just a day or two. Eeeek.
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At least my headache maker is only the utility work going on next door, across the road, in front of my house, across my drive until every day until about dark for the next few days. Today it involved 10 guys, two backhoes, lots of pipe etc. The dogs are outside barking their heads off at all the commotion as I write this. Of course with all the equipment in the road it means that only one car at a time can get by so getting in and out is lots of fun lately.
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Okay, yes freaking way, but ... wow.
Have I mentioned lately that -- below-zero temps notwithstanding -- I am so glad I got out of Florida?
The Ocala National Forest really is beautiful, though. I just feel bad for the folks at the Juniper Springs State Park who booked their trip in January when the weather is perfect, only to be that close to the bombing range. Good grief.
There is, in fact, such a thing as doggie tranquilizers and/or anti-anxiety meds. Don't know if it's worth calling the vet to ask about or not, although I don't suppose a question could hurt.
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I hope you and Max can endure... (((hugs)))
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I wouldn't/couldn't manage. Multiple times per day every day for seventeen days? Seriously, I'll take -20°/-40° and 8" of snow. I'd rather have the spasms and stiffness from the cold than the uncontrollable jumping and racing heart rate that would come from constant unknown bombings.
I'm glad Ko will be able to be away for at least a few days of it. I remember being about 8 and staying with my Aunt and she lived near an AFB and just the every day noises and sirens were overwhelming.
I'll let you get back to your space under the bed!
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:)
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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