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Nature's Fury


C James

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In a normal year, Arizona's Monsoon season (summer thunderstorms) starts in mid-july, and ramps up by mid August, often resulting, here in the high mountians of northern Arizona, thunder daily, but rain once ever few days at most.

 

This year, a years-long drought has broken, and we've had rain daily, over a foot between mid_July and yesterday.

 

Yesterday, I had major damage to my house (wish I was joking on that). A thunderstorm hit, and in the mountains they can be very violent. This one began typically, but seemed to stall out over my area; the rain and hail kept thundering down, for over two hours. We had about a foot of rain (amking two since mid-july), but the hail, whoa. Not huge, just marble-sized, but it kept coming, and I ended up with about five inches of what looked like snow when an hour before it had been in the 80's. The ground is still covered with ice, and it's in the 40's now. There were also hundred-mile-an-hour winds. My roof was asphalt-shingle. I emphasize "was". The hail stripped away all the grit, plus cracked the shingles all over the darn place, allowing some to pull free of the nails when the winds hit. The "zipper effect" took of about a third of my roof shingles, total. But that wasn't the end of it; I've got a wood deck, and wood siding. The hail chewed the hell out of it. it chipped and flaked all the paint, and if I don't get a new coat on soon It will start to peel, and I'll have to sandblast the whole darn house and deck.

 

I've got plastic sheeting covering my roof now, and I had some major water damage inside as well. Insurance will pay for some but not all, and I've got to do a huge amount of work.

 

Oh, to to it off; the dirt road up the mountainside (basically a rough jeep trail at the best of times) to my house is gone in places. Just gone. and in the creekbed that's part of the road, the flash-flood sent what looks to have been a 20ft wall of water through, and I've now got some rocks, one the size of a car, blocking my route. So I've got to fix the road (I can make it passable with a shovel within a day or two) and move the rocks before I can even get out of here. The big rock? it can't be got around. I've got to get rid of it.

Fortunately one of my neighbors (about a mile from here, I had to walk it in the mud) is a miner, and can help me blast the sucker Wednesday. So, I should be above to get out of here within a few days, but whoa, I've got a lot of work to do on the rest.

 

Ugh.

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Hey Cj

 

Wow, and to think i had it bad? thats very rough man, but the most important thing is that your alright... You are alright aren't you? I very much hope soo..

 

I've never encountered anything that bad just yet, but i really hope you are okay, and if you need help, i'd love to fly down there and watch you get all sweaty and take off your shirt>< LOL I'm just kidding hehe or am i?? :wub:

 

Anyway i hope all is well, and that you get everything fixed and back into shape!

 

-LC

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Hey Cj

 

.... and if you need help, i'd love to fly down there and watch you get all sweaty and take off your shirt>< LOL I'm just kidding hehe or am i?? :wub:

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-LC

 

Yes! I understand, LC. Once you've been around a sweaty goat, you just want more! :P

 

That totally sucks, CJ. :thumbdown: Mother Nature can be a real sweetheart sometimes.

 

Glad to hear that your insurance will cover some of it. That's going to be a lot of work. :pickaxe: ugh.

 

I bet you're looking forward to blowing up that meteor sized boulder! :devil:

 

Conner

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Hey Cj

 

Wow, and to think i had it bad? thats very rough man, but the most important thing is that your alright... You are alright aren't you? I very much hope soo..

 

I've never encountered anything that bad just yet, but i really hope you are okay, and if you need help, i'd love to fly down there and watch you get all sweaty and take off your shirt>< LOL I'm just kidding hehe or am i?? :wub:

 

Anyway i hope all is well, and that you get everything fixed and back into shape!

-LC

Thanks LC!

 

I'm fine thinks, and I've been working in the mud today to clear my road. Work an hour or two, then take a break at the computer is more like it, but it's getting done.

 

And us goats, well, if we take off our shirts, it's too eat them for lunch. :sheep:

 

Yes! I understand, LC. Once you've been around a sweaty goat, you just want more! :P

 

That totally sucks, CJ. :thumbdown: Mother Nature can be a real sweetheart sometimes.

 

Glad to hear that your insurance will cover some of it. That's going to be a lot of work. :pickaxe: ugh.

 

I bet you're looking forward to blowing up that meteor sized boulder! :devil:

Conner

 

Actually, you're darn right I'm looking forward to blasting that dang rock. :devil:

It won't be that big a bang, though. Ever used explosives before? The way this will be done is I'll use a pnumatic drill to bore a couple of holes, in with tiny amounts of HE will be placed. The miner has the tools, including the HE, but I'll be doing the work. We'll probably mix less than an ounce of HE (High Explosive) Like most small mining operations, he orders it by mail, as a binary; you have to mix the liquids for it to become HE. (that way it's shipable by mail, seperatly of course).

 

So it won't be a big bang (I've used this method when putting in a foundation) but it will break up the rock, into peices small enough for me to winch out of the way.

 

I should be able to get out of here by Thursday; I have no way of driving off my property at the moment. LoL.

 

What I'm worried about is the roof; right now, plastic is keeping the rain out (had more rain today) but if I get high winds with rain, I'll be in trouble. I've got to find a roofing contractor with 4x4's (without 4-wheel drive, they won't make it up here, even in good weather) or, I have to do it myself and that's a big job, plus I HATE heights.

 

But getting the roof back on is my #1 priority, after getting my road fixed and that dang rock out of the way.

Ahh, the joys of rural life. :)

CJ

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I hope everything works out as smoothly as possible. I know it'll be a mess and a half getting everything repaired and such.

 

 

Good luck,

 

 

Krista

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      About two weeks after Ryan and Jack started becoming Ryan.and.Jack, I got an email from Jack asking me to "be there for Ryan if he needs a friend;" Ryan's drama-mongering ex was planning to come up to the Cities, and Jack was going out of town for a wedding. That weekend, I think I spent maybe two hours at home before Sunday night...Ryan was housesitting at the time as well, so we stayed there most of the weekend. I realize now that the way I described how I felt in the last paragraph...hope that an opportunity would arise...looks utterly and completely manipulative. It wasn't...I was not (and would not, and will not, *ever*) planning to try to poison what was happening between Ryan and Jack. It was more that I just wanted to *be* there...in case Ryan changed his mind? Something like that? I honestly don't know...what I do know is that once I moved past the initial shock of the situation I found myself in, I started to realize that in actuality not much had changed. I was still having greatly enjoying the time I spent with Ryan and Jack; I did then and I especially do now value the both of them and roles they have played in the way I've grown over the past six weeks...more on that later. Anyway, Very!Drunk!Rob and Very!Drunk!Ryan slept in the same bed both nights that weekend, and absolutely nothing happened. I made sure of that...hell, I nearly fell off that damned futon four times on Friday night making sure to protect the "friend zone," if only because I know how touchy-feely I can be when I'm half-asleep. I've always said that I would never do anything to f**K up someone's relationships, no matter what I was feeling -- well, here it was, getting drunk and passing out next to someone I was still quite attracted to...twice. And nothing happened. It's good to know that when it came down to the test, I didn't fail myself.
       
      Anyway. I guess this brings us up to last weekend. We should try to avoid chronology discontinuities, shouldn't we? I wrote everything above this on Thursday night, September 20...then I got tired and/or busy, and it's now Sunday the 23rd.
       
      Last weekend, though...it was a bit of a mindf**k for a few different reasons. I'm going to limit it to what directly pertains to this entry, though, and to my own person in general. I met Ryan and Jack downtown on Friday after work for drinks, and after a bit of wandering between bars I found myself having a pretty extended conversation with Jack in which he said something to the effect that he's "shocked that you're still willing to spend time with us [he and Ryan]." Quite honestly, this caught me completely out of left field...but not nearly so much as Ryan saying on Saturday night that he "wouldn't blame me for thinking he's a douchebag." That's as close as I remember...I was pretty drunk at the time so the wording might be off, but I'm sure I'm remembering the context pretty well. And again, I was floored...that was the first time that I actually thought to myself, *should* I be pissed off about everything that's happened? I was completely unprepared for that thought, and unlike the past several weeks I wasn't able to put it aside and move on...it kept coming back, circling like the first shark around a bucket of chum. Did I get f**ked over here? I'd have *known* if I were getting f**ked over, right?...right? Each time, the responding refutation in my head got weaker and weaker until I just kinda, I don't know, shut down. It was too much not to think about, and I was too drunk to actually process everything. It was unintentionally torturous, and it lasted off and on into Sunday.
       
      God, it's so hard to accurately describe what was going through my head...not even so much because everything happened a week ago now, but because there's such a confluence of emotions surrounding that night. What I can do is describe the conclusions I've come to now.
       
      There's a part of me that really wanted to be angry with Ryan about what's happened...I first typed "wants" there, but even that isn't the case anymore...especially when coupled with the fac that I went through about two weeks of intense self-doubt when he first started seeing Jack. The more that I've thought about it, though, the clearer it's become that that self-doubt was *not* unfounded. Maybe I did "have my chance" at finding something more serious with Ryan and blew it by being too afraid to take a risk and talk to him about it...I don't know. I can't profess to speak for Ryan -- for all I know there was only that transitory moment of attraction that faded. Regardless of what is actually the case, I truly think that I needed something like this to happen. I needed to realize what the cost of inaction is, and to realize that there truly is nothing to lose by being frank and upfront about seeking a relationship. Over the past week, all of the emotions running rampant through me have receded into a still-significant amount of frustration and a certain kind of rueful amusement.
       
      The frustration stems from the fact that when nothing happened between Ryan and I, I automatically assumed that it was "my fault." It never occurred to me that there might be no fault to be ascribed...it just didn't work out. I don't really believe that, actually...like I said above, there are several things that I could have approached in a more constructive manner, or in any manner at all. I don't have a single good reason to have so little self-confidence, and every time I think I've finally learned that I discover another way for it to rear its head. Will this be the last episode in my tale of self-effacement? Probably not, but I think I at least have a better perspective on how I fit into the whole thing.
       
      I'm not blaming myself for everything, either, despite what I just said...I think it's completely fair to say that Ryan could have communicated much more just as I could have. I'm absolutely certain that this situation would have been much uglier and painful had I been replaced with almost anyone else -- I'm just not very good at holding grudges or taking offense. I think there could have been offense to take, had I wanted to or even recognized it at the time...but doesn't the past six weeks kind of negate any right I have to be angry about it now? If there is any resentment left on my part, it's with the nagging question that still occasionally hits me between the eyes: "Why not me?" For this I do wish that Ryan had expressed more of what he was feeling, both after we first met and after he met Jack...uncertainty always trends downwards for me, and it would have been nice to avoid the more unreasonable self-doubts I've had. Then again, I don't think I really have a right to hold him strictly to this expectation -- as I said, I certainly did a poor job expressing my own thoughts, and he'd have to be either a mind-reader or a better studier of behavior than I am. And that, I believe, is unrealistic...even coming from someone who has always considered himself a very good noticer of nuance and undertone.
       
      All in all, I wouldn't want to be anywhere else in my life right now. In six weeks I have found two good friends who are both eerily similar to me in their own ways (Ryan in a physical and experiential sense, and Jack more emotionally) -- I've never had someone that I could relate to on so many personal levels, much less had two such someones. Even in this short amount of time, I can't quantify how much both Ryan and Jack have helped me to grow as a person...for the most part unknowingly. I don't want to jeopardize these friendships, especially over something so short-sighted and petty. As I've said to several of my friends, even if something had initially resulted between Ryan and I, I would have managed to catastrophically ruin it within a few weeks -- in retrospect, I honestly don't feel that I was ready for something so emotionally intense. I'm not so naive as to think that I'm completely "cured" of that in such a short amount of time...but I think I've recognized of my own volition that nobody is ever "cured" of that. Everyone has insecurities and doubts, and there is no reason for me to automatically place myself "beneath" someone because of my own. These new friendships are blessings for me, and if I haven't fully expressed how much they mean to me before then I'm for damned sure doing it now...even if it took a period of uncertainty and reflection to fully realize their importance to me.
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