So I figured that since I am not getting much done right now - and by not much I mean wandering around gathering up hurricane supplies and trying to put them in some semblance of order, while wondering if I should be trying to board up the big window in the master bathroom, and how do you board up an aluminum window anyway? - 

So anyway, I figured I may as well take a few minutes out here and there to blog a little about what is happening. Especially since, unlike some folk, we are not in an evacuation zone, so are not on the road right now, desperately watching our gas meter and hoping that all those non-evacuees won’t have bled the gas stations dry by the time we have to pull off the I-10 to fill up.

Seriously, in 2005 when we lived further North in a community people were evacuating to,  all our neighbors had filled up all their cars so that they could sit them in the garage, just in case. Leaving people who had evacuated from the coast stranded the length of the I-45. This morning, The Daddy went to gas up at 6.30am (because both our cars were near empty) and there were people there filling up dozens of canisters sat in the beds of their F-150s. I have since been told that you use gas to power generators and this makes sense, but dude, I just hope you are going to share your generator with your neighborhood, and any stranded motorists who come your way. 

(I am looking across the road. Our neighbors appear to be evacuating now, as I write. I am quite relieved to note that they backed out and then came back to drop their basketball hoop to the ground. I don’t fancy that through my window…) 

So, this morning after the school drop-off The Wictor and I made a run to Wal-Mart, your one stop shop for hurricane essentials. The lines were long but everyone was in good spirits. I was just happy that I did the bulk of my hurricane grocery shopping yesterday, before everybody else had the idea. It was around 85 degrees today, but the humidity has been very high and truly it has felt like 100. 

Really nothing is happening here, everybody is just waiting and watching, and although the hurricane is forecast to go more or less over the top of us, we are far enough inland not to expect anything but wind damage, unless we are incredibly unlucky. Friends of ours from town were planning to come ride out the storm with us, but have since changed their mind. The most exciting event of the day was caused by The Daddy, who put oil in a pan for hamburgers before coming out to help move garden furniture into the garage, let himself get sidetracked by garden ornaments and an impromptu soccer game, and burned a hole halfway through the pan.  We had to open all the doors and windows and invite the mosquitoes in before the hurricane had even arrived. I am calling it a dry run.