Comments for Stormy Weather
Stormy Weather: 01/24/07
The aftermath of Hurricane Andrew inspired Carl Hiaasen to write Stormy Weather. This dark comedy pokes fun at the lowlifes and bad behavior that surface after a natural disaster. The book follows about a dozen characters and their interactions with each other as they try to screw each other over.
The problem is there are just too many characters and too much action for a book that's only 380 pages long. The scenes jump around from one absurd set of circumstances to another without time for good character development.
Of these characters I was most interested in Bonnie Brooks (the wife of kidnapped Max Lamb) and Ira Jackson who was looking for retribution for the death of his mother due to shoddy construction of the trailer park. Unfortunately their stories are watered down by stupid stuff like the ex-governor turned recluse and kidnapper and the on again and off again relationship between the two state troopers.
We Need a Baby Gate:
It's official; Harriet is a roller. She's been able to roll from back to front since she was about a day old and now she can roll back to front as well. In fact she can roll in circles when she wants. Her ability to roll has opened a new world to her: our living room floor.
I keep a pillow for her on the floor between my chair and the couch. Around the pillow I put Harriet's favorite toys (her rattle, her purple sheep, and some "unowns"). Today she also rolled over to Sean's "floopy owl" and dragged him back to chew on. I'm not quite sure how she managed to drag the owl as it's almost as large as she is (though very light).
After about fifteen minutes of rolling and scooting on her bottom, she usually tires of playing and starts to whine until I pick her up. Although she hasn't managed to go more than a foot or two away from her home base pillow, we plan to get a baby gate to lock off the stairs heading down to the front door.
I have to admit that I'm shocked we need a gate so soon. Sean never really rolled or crawled which kept him immobile for eight months. Then at eight months he started to learn how to walk. By ten months he was running! I can only guess what Harriet has in store for us.