When I got up today, it was 4:15AM. All was silent. I closed my eyes thinking I can probably get more sleep.
I got into that Lets Open The Eyes And Check The Clock Every Ten Minutes thing.
Didn’t work, got out of bed before my normal Stupid O’Clock at 4:40.
Then I pulled my earplugs out of my ears and started getting ready for the dog walk.
It still was silent. The house was quieter than normal.
Getting out the front door before 5AM there was no wind. Nothing. Still as a Tomb.
Rack, the McNab SuperDog (TM) pulled me out onto the front lawn.
Still. I looked up. Very few clouds. Stars.
After the weeks, and more than one, that we have been having, not seeing clouds in the skies felt odd.
Oh sure, I could find my friend the hunter. Orion still had his belt to the South and East of the house. A bright star was shining at me from the lower left of Orion.
But No Clouds.
Very strange. I was looking for that “Bow Shock” line of clouds from Hurricane Matthew that was at that point just leaving the far eastern point of Cuba, but nothing.
This is that last day. One last brilliantly clear day that you get before a Hurricane. The storms seem to pull all the air toward it, the barometric pressure begins to drop, and you have time.
I already got Propane and Gasoline. With one I can cook, even bake bread. With the other I can drive out of South Florida if I have to or simply run the generators to keep the fridge going.
Mentally, I have noted that since the highs have already dropped below 90, it will be annoying, but we can make do with windows open. After all, living in a three story “Farm House” in Philadelphia for years with no Air Conditioning, we made do, and sometimes it hit triple digits.
Think 40C or 104. Once. In Philly Humidity. *SHUDDER*!
So I am hoping the winds won’t knock out the power. We still haven’t tested generators to run the house, only individual appliances.
There is more than the expected water. Three cases of bottled water plus four gallons of water in one Quart Mason Jars. I emptied my canning supplies and filled them with filtered water.
We’re expected to get “Hurricane Force Winds”. Something more than 73MPH. 110KPH give or take a K.
After all, I am only 2.2 miles West of the ocean. 3 Km. I could walk it as long as I had comfortable shoes and time.
Many others are not prepared as well, and my heart goes out to them. My immediate neighbor’s house has no storm shutters and “regular” float glass windows. I expect to hear that he will have broken windows. More than one.
With luck his roof won’t end up in my swimming pool.
Besides, the fringes of a Hurricane bring with it “Embedded Tornadoes”.
The weather radio has been an endless loop of hurricane preparation hints. Most of them have been done here.
I hope that if you are reading this and will be effected, anywhere from the Florida Keys to South Carolina, you have made your preparation and will be finishing soon.
As for me I have a very few things to do:
Finish the laundry since no power means no clean clothes.
Get Aunt Betty’s table and chairs off the front porch and tied down since plastic table and chairs make wonderful flying objects.
Move the last few prized plants under cover like Larry’s Bonsai.
Finally publish this and put together for the blog next week, a “warrant canary” to say Yep, I’m still offline.
Good luck South Florida. Matthew is an unwelcome guest. At least this storm will stir up the ocean enough to make the next hurricane much less vigorous. Cold water will be brought to the surface and this should be the end of the season, or close to it.
But I keep thinking that no matter what, it won’t matter. What will happen will happen.
Since my 446 day Duolingo streak will probably end tomorrow or the day after,
Qué será, será. What Will Be, Will Be.