We knew that Hurricane Florence was huge before she arrived, but her 5 mph speed is a nightmare for the coastal and sandhill regions of North Carolina. Some areas have been drenched with two feet of water and the worst is yet to come, as rivers continue to surge over their banks. We are so fortunate to be north of the hardest-hit areas (see blue dot below). The current band of tropical rain has put us back in a flood advisory, but I’m more concerned about our pine trees with their shallow root systems in this saturated soil.
My dearest teaching widower just showed me a clip that urged safety for North Carolinians who have lost their power- because someone doesn’t want to go to a bunch of baby showers! I think we are safe on that front, at least.
Silver Resurrection sounds like the name for Terminator movie, right? I thought my Subaru was dead and gone, but a used engine was cheaper than buying a new car. So I shed unnecessary tears and my precious wheels are back. My daughter-in-law has told me you never name a tree (I shed tears over losing Baby), and perhaps that holds true for cars as well.
If only we could have a Floor Resurrection! We’re digging out under yet another thick layer of sawdust but our subfloor in the kitchen has been covered with plywood! Who knows? Eventually we may have a new floor and new dishwasher. Baby steps, baby steps.
On the other hand, I had just painted the kitchen this past weekend and now… yuck!
Well, it’s only sawdust. Better than what Hurricane Florence may drop on us!
As hurricane Florence slowly approaches the North Carolina coastline, most of us are constantly checking for updates, comparing previous hurricane experiences, and bemoaning all manner of things. No water, bread, or milk in the stores, gas stations drained dry. Schools closed as we look out a calm, gray sky. We debate which spaghetti model best predicts Florence’s path. Yeah, spaghetti.
Meteorologists are debating the merits of the American versus European computer models. We have this centuries-old rumble with Europe, you know. And while the rest of the world measures kilometers, we are talking about wind speeds of 140 miles per hour. And degrees Fahrenheit. And inches of barometric pressure. A hurricane event could be a terrific way for us to segue into the metric system because we need immersion, not random lessons. Opportunity lost. I guess no one at the beach wants to hear about immersion.
Florence has been a wonder of nature, though. Whether seen by infrared or from the ISS (below), she is a magnificent storm. If only she could stay in the Atlantic!