Last week, there was a post on FB about how hurricanes will threaten (again) folks living in tents in the city. Well. Let me share with you: folks up here in the mountains would LOVE to have a tent - heck, even a tarp or two. In a hurricane, we batten down the hatches (literally), pull out what's under any beds and put it on top of the beds and grab all the kivets and bokits within reach, to get ready to bail. And then we sit and wait it out. Me? I'm lucky - I'm the one with candles, maybe even a tiny kerosene lamp made from a tin can. Folks huddle at my place if they get caught in the storm. Cosy? You bet. Talk much? Well, not after a coupla hours...
Now, this is the house of Mesye Sinelon, se pwopyete kay mwen li ye. He put a new roof on and these are the new boards and doors, all prior to painting. That's the cook house lean-to on the right. It's pretty snug even during a hurricane, now that the roof ain't got a hole in it and I won't drown...
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