A few words for this Wordless Wednesday. . .
I’m tired of Matthew and he hasn’t even arrived yet. For a week, the local news in South Florida has kept updated on the storm’s track — and it’s been a bit of a rollercoaster ride.
Hurricane Matthew is my first hurricane in my new home and garden.
At the onset, Fort Lauderdale was in the famous cone of uncertainty. Then it was out. Then it was in. It was like a bad hokey-pokey — but that’s what it was all about.
Once Fort Lauderdale was placed under a tropical storm watch, it was like a switch went off in everyone’s head. I happened to be at work watering plants, when car after car pulled up.
Within minutes, the store was packed. Generators, batteries, water, propane, and sand flew out of the store.
When the hurricane watch was issued, the supermarkets and gas stations were overwhelmed.
Fortunately, Joe and I started prepping early. The garden and patio have been put away, and the house has been shuttered. We were also able to shutter Joe’s parents’ house and some friends who spend summers up north.
Of course, we both forgot to wear sunblock — so we’re a little red at the moment. And we’re waiting for whatever Matthew has for us.
It’s a weird site to see so many homes and stores shuttered. It’s an even weirder feeling to reach a point of preparing and say, “We’ve done all we can do. It’s out of our hands. Just get here so we can move on.”
Then there is the one forecast model that’s, well — twisting me into a knot of rage at Matthew. This particular track calls for Matthew to hug the southeast coast, and then travel west at to sea, where it will curve to the south and loop back to South Florida.
Mother Nature can be a cruel prankster.
If you’re in the path of the storm, please prepare and be safe.