We are moving soon. You know that if you’ve been following Marc’s Blog lately. As items for discussion come up, they are presented here…as is today’s posting….
I don’t mind practical jokes, but when it’s Mother Mature instigating them, it may not be so funny. As luck would have it, Dorian is headed our way, give or take a few hundred miles. Dorian is a hurricane. She wasn’t supposed to be. She was supposed to be a tropical storm, a weather condition a lot easier to deal with. So okay, we’ve lived in Hurricane Alley long enough to “get it” and we should be prepared.
Normally at this time of year we are well stocked with hurricane supplies. There’s a box of canned goods and other packaged foods to feed us for a few days with or without power. And if the latter is the case, I crank up the generator and give an outlet to each neighbor for their fridge so they don’t complain about the noise the generator makes. We gas up the gas cans and the car, store water and make sure we have enough candles, flashlights and batteries. That is the basic drill. Depending on your wind tolerance you can embellish it with a lot more items.
We were brushed by famed Hurricane Andrew but suffered far less than our neighbors to the south. We were hit badly only once. That was in 2005 with Hurricane Wilma. We had lots of trees down, fences blown over and our roof was ripped apart. There was over $30,000 worth of damage to our property which didn’t unnerve me half as much as I lie in bed during the storm’s peak and listened to the beams in the attic creaking loudly as the winds blasted the upper sides of the house. It was pretty scary.
So now, along comes Dorian right when we are preparing to put the house on the market. Any damage to the house could be a serious deficit, both in cost and time needed for repair. And guess who isn’t prepared? Yep, us! I sold the generator; we haven’t shopped for food supplies, all closets are packed up, meaning I’d have to start ripping open boxes to get to the candles, flashlights, matches, etc.
So I figure if we are to be hit head-on by a hurricane, now’s the time with so much of our guard down. It’s the perfect storm! I shall attempt to remain positive and wish away this storm–far away. But I can’t help but look at all the packed up boxes, the threatening weather forecast and our lack of readiness and think the approach of Dorian certainly paints the picture gray.