Ivan may be coming, or maybe not. Could be way east of me, could be west. Would’ve been nice if he had phoned ahead, maybe RSVPed. So, now I look around my apartment and try to decide what I need to take with me in case of evacuation. Aside from the obvious (first-aid, flashlight, batteries, important documents, cash) making those little decisions. What could I not afford to lose (emotionally)? Pictures? Momentos? Home movies? Favorites CDs and DVDs? There’s only so much I can fit into a Honda Civic, especially if I have anyone else skedaddling with me. And where to go? Just find a place along the interstate in Mississippi? or Alabama? or Texas? Do I try to go see friends? If so, how far is too far to travel, knowing that I will have to fight traffic going and coming. And not yet knowing how my job will handle evacuations and that I may have to be back in a mere few hours. Ivan is now a Cat 5 again, that’s serious business folks. And living below sea level and just a few yards from the biggest freakin’ river on the continent I know if I have to leave I come back to nothing. Oh well, got a hurricane update in three minutes. Helluva thing to schedule my sleep patterns around.
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