Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Fay, my foe (and my friend?)

We are in the midst of a tropical storm/hurricane situation and everyone on the news has been freaking out. Please. I hate when they do that. My Olympics are being interrupted every 5 minutes and they keep trying to scare everyone. And our stupid weatherman seems to be peeing in his pants with glee over getting to be on Special Weather updates. Of course he never has anything definitive to say because no one can really predict this kind of weather with exact certainty. I can easily look at the radar and make just as good a guess as he can. It's not like he works for NASA. But I can tell he's enjoying his chance to be everyone's hero.....Of course I have a beef with our local weatherman- he was a jerk to me once at Burger King when I was 12 but that's another story.

I'm not one to take a hurricane lightly but I lived in Palm Beach during the '04 and '05 seasons. So this is like a walk in the park for salty dogs like us in comparison. You prepare, stay alert, and evacuate if you're told- that's all one can do. I heard a good rule of thumb once: Run from water, hide from wind. Meaning if you're in a flood zone, leave. If not, board up, supply yourself, and hunker down.(Of course this does not apply if you happen to live in a trailer. In that case, run anyway.) Trust me, as close to the ocean as I live, if a big one was coming, Peanut and I will be kicking up some dust on our way out because MrPea enjoys a good scary storm. But this, we can handle.

I've only seen pictures but the sea is so angry right now. You can only imagine how much I'm dying inside to get to the beach and look for shark teeth. The rain, I can handle but I'm not very good at riding a bike in 25-40 mph wind gusts. If only this hurricane/tropical storm- whatever the hell it is they're calling it this hour would finish up. Of course I don't want anyone to get hurt and I'd just as soon celebrate if suddenly there were no such things as hurricanes. Right now though, in my most selfish moments I'm going crazy with excitement conjuring up all kinds of images of big shark teeth washing up on that angry shore.....sigh.

5 comments:

Laurie said...

I'm sending storm soothing thoughts your way. I hope you are back out there shark tooth hunting in no time.

Hugs,
Laurie

MsLittlePea said...

:O)

thailandchani said...

I get what you're saying about the weatherman. Can you imagine how boring his job is most of the time? Wow.. now he gets to be Anderson Cooper! :)


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seventh sister said...

Glada you are not in any danger. Those weathermen crack meup. I think they must get on off,if you know what I mean, when the storms come in.

heartinsanfrancisco said...

I love hurricanes, but I should explain that I have never experienced anything like Katrina. I'm sure that would change my opinion fast.

I call our local weatherman Mr. Twinkle because he actually flounces like a little girl in a tutu while he guestimates what kind of weather system we're getting next.