The Calm Before the (Non?)Storm

The media is really playing up the storm known as Fay. It could hit anywhere between Southwest Florida and Texas or break up over Cuba, but if you would believe the TV news (don't worry, Dad, I know the newspapers have it all right!) you would think we're heading for the next Hurricane Charley down here.

Want to see what the Gulf looked like today?

Really scary, huh?

Granted, the storm is still over Cuba somewhere, and only time will tell what is going to happen. But some of my neighbors have already totally freaked out, emptied their lanais, hung the hurricane shutters, and gotten out of dodge. Then there are those like me and E, ready to ride out the storm.

E and I discussed our options if a really big storm came through in the future (I still hold a firm belief that Fay is going to be nothing more than a 1, if even that, and if it were to take landfall here). We've agreed that we are willing to hang in through and up to a low three hurricane. Anything above and beyond that we're probably packing up depending on the situation, maybe higher depending on where landfall hit.

So, yeah. We're in a holding pattern here. My hope? Fay comes in low and does enough damage that it can stimulate the construction industry around here (and E can find work!) but no one gets seriously injuried or experiences so much damage that they can't recover. Is that too much to ask for?