“The first rule of hurricane coverage is that every broadcast must begin with palm trees bending in the wind.” –Carl Hiaasen
The past twenty-four hours have all of us, here in Florida, goggle-eyed at the weatherman tracking impending hurricane Irma. Wasn’t it just a very short time ago that we were staring at our TV’s, watching the destruction and heartache of hurricane Harvey? I am thinking that Mother Nature is very angry with us, indeed.
Maybe she is punishing us for polluting our land and oceans…”I’ll show you..take that” she screeches as she hurls ferocious winds that scream across our shores, darkening our skies with thunderous storm clouds eruppting in a torrent of rain, causing the ocean to swell and spill into our streets. The rising floods wash away everything in its path, cars, homes, taking our memories in the rushing waters. With shaking fingers she points lightening bolts to light up the black-as-night skies, flashing with angry thunder, they unleash a cacophony of brillisafe.ce and sound as we quiver and shake, trying to stay sa
“Anyone who says they’re not afraid at the time of a hurricane is a fool or a liar, or a little bit of both” —Anderson Cooper
We know this is coming, we are trying to prepare. “Hope For the Best, Prepare For the Worst” they tell us on TV. I walk in and out of all the rooms in my little house. I know I should be packing, gathering up essential things…but I am just a little bit lost. What’s important enough to take? (apart from the obvious). I know what I want to take, and what I need to take, but I look around..what about my mother’s china? What about my beautiful grandfather clock? And the kid’s framed photos…
” It doesn’t matter,” I tell myself as I pack up what I can, those things that make up my home, and place the boxes in a hall closet for safekeeping. I cross my fingers and hope for the best. I’m reminded of a saying ..”show me what you love, and I’ll show you who you are.” I think about that…A lot.
So I get the cat carriers ready, pack a few clothes, fill a cooler. The important papers, meds, electronic things go in an overnight bag. Yes, it’s my home but I can’t take it all with me. Not now and not later…you know..on the BIG TRIP..the one where there’s no coming back.
This, then, is good practice. If need be, honestly, I could walk out the front door with just the clothes on my back, knowing my kitties were safely in their carriers in the backseat of my car. My grandchildren are safe with their parents. In fact, everyone I know and love is safe. For now at least. And that makes me a happy girl.
So BRING IT, IRMA. We are Floridians and we have lived through other storms and hurricanes long before you decided to pay us a visit. No doubt there will be more to come. Why maybe, just maybe, by the time you reach us, you might lose some of your power and vengence. But, on the eve of the most dangerous and destructive hurricane on record, guess what? We will not wait to greet you.