Nobody does foreplay like a hurricane

[susandennis]

In the olden days, the weatherman (who was, back then, always a man) would say there's a hurricane coming sometime maybe. People would buy bread and milk and hunker down. Then maybe it would come and maybe it would not. Sure, they were devastating back then but without so much hubbub.

Now the weather person says on Tuesday, the hurricane will hit land on Saturday at 3:14. And you know it's going to be a killer that milk and bread will not scare off. Or maybe you'll get lucky. But, meanwhile between Tuesday and Saturday, all the forces around you are hell bent on making sure you feel no calm or safety or security or comfort. Ugh. Hurricanes are the worst and I'm 3,000 miles away from even the potential of one.

Here we have cool and cloudy and lovely. We even had rain last night. The a/c is off and the door is open and the cats are fascinated by the street sounds. Just now a dumpster truck is doing its dumpster thing. They can't see it but they can hear it.

The treadmill, turns out, accumulates data. It does not go back to zero. So combines all the miles, all the time, etc. which is kind of funky. I can reset it but why. It's a boost to know I've been walking for an hour instead of just 30 minutes. This morning, it actually did not feel like a chore. It felt good. At least the first five minutes. And, as long as I was there, might as well do the rest!

Today agenda is a mystery. I am pretty sure there will be laundry and some sewing. Maybe the start of a new shirt. But, also, I might leave the house. I might make a dropoff trip to Goodwill. For sure I will take a shower and get dressed.

Comments

[sweetmeow]

Sometimes I wonder about all the hurricane hype. Yet, I sure don't want to have it like it was when my mother in law was a senior in high school and the "Hurricane of 1938" (a cat 3) -- not predicted at all -- slammed into Long Island. They were in school that day -- September 21st -- and they were let out to go home WAY too late. My mother in law talked about that walk until the day she died - the wind, with all sorts of sand and dirt mixed in, slamming at her face, and stepping over downed electric wires. It was harrowing! The next day she and her sister went to the beach only to discover 2 dead bodies.

To a point I'm ok with early predictions, which allow time for evacuations. Last minute evacuations are chaos, and Florida is a hella state to evacuate due to it's long skinny shape. Yet - at some point, after you've done what you can do, the hype only serves to exacerbate stress. I think they hype it because it "sells" - but I also think people don't react (who need to) unless the fear of God is put into them!

Me? This had best not be a repeat of Hurricane Matthew.

[onelargecat.livejournal.com]

When we first moved to Houston, there were a couple of hurricane scares the first month, and I was like, "Wow I cannot believe how much they hype these things up!" And then a third scare came and that one actually hit and we had to live through it and that night I forever changed my view of the hype. It was one of the scariest things I've ever lived through and I would never ever want to repeat that. Luckily we did not get hit with any more (or even any more serious threats) in the next few years that I lived there, and we were long gone by the time Harvey hit and decimated my old neighborhood in 2017.

(Then we got hit by a typhoon last fall in Kyoto while on vacation but we missed all the hype because we don't know Japanese. LOL.)