Although she can't quite make up her mind exactly where she wants to go, it's a given at this point that Florence will be visiting the east coast over the next few days. I have to admit, I Love hurricanes! There's something about the anticipation and the wild weather and survival... that just excites me and turns me slightly manic. But, after surviving Isabel which left us without power for 13 days.... and Gaston which filled our house with ten feet of water... I'm a little weird about storms. I'm excited, manic, and freaked out all at the same time. It's that feeling I imagine you get just before jumping out of an airplane. That "This is so exciting, it's gonna be Awesome!, oh my gosh, I'm gonna die!" feeling.
And because of that excited freak out, I tend to over prepare. And the more I over prepare, the less likely it is that the storm will actually hit. It's happened that way with every storm since. The more I prepare, the less it rains. And with kind Mr. Weatherman predicting Florence dumping as much as 30+ inches of rain. (and that's not even considering the wind or the fact that it's already been raining a solid week before her arrival...) You can bet your sweet behind that I am preparing.
And that's why I'm feeling a little guilty.
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1. As a family, we drink a lot of water. And we don't drink tap water, we drink bottled. And it just so happens that on Sunday, everyone in the family individually, without telling anyone else, bought a week's worth of water. Except I bought two weeks' worth. While I was putting the normal five gallons into the cart, the nice Walmart lady (it was in the wee hours of the morning when all the Walmart employees are actually nice) commented that I better stock up because they expected to run out by noon the next day and may not be getting more in before the storm. So I bought extra. Our house now looks like a water storage warehouse.
Mr. Weatherman announced that Florence had shifted just slightly to the south. Virginia was still going to get hammered, but we might not die in the storm.
2. With the news that we might actually survive, I started thinking about drinking warm water for days on end after the storm leaves us with no power for possibly weeks.... So I plugged an old, unused freezer in and proceeded to make ice in every single container I could find. Plastic travel cups, Tupperware cereal keepers, even mixing bowls became over sized ice trays. Once frozen, I put those chunks of ice in bags and repeated the process. We now have an upright freezer full of nothing but large ice blocks. We're ready to keep things cool for a while.
Mr. Weatherman announced that Florence had shifted even more to the south.
3. So I made multiple pots of coffee and put them in the freezer, just in case.
And Mr. Weatherman announced that Florence was taking not only a more southerly route, but that she was also going to take a sharp left turn once she hit land.
All I can say is, I am SO sorry! I feel like because of my over-preparing actions, I have single handedly wiped North Carolina and possibly South Carolina off the map.
Where ever she lands, I pray that you all stay safe and relatively dry. Godspeed.