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WTF? Again?
Sep. 1st, 2004 04:08 pmI'm seriously over living in Florida. So over it.
Less than three weeks ago, Hurricane Charley came through -- okay, so it came through on the west coast of the state, so it really wasn't that big a deal for us, but damn mother nature needs to give us a goddamn break.
Hurricane Frances is at present a Cat 4 hurricane (145 mph winds). A Category 5 hurricane starts at 150 mph winds, so as you can see, Frannie is turning into one evil bitch of a storm.
Thankfully, our renters insurance policy went through this week -- I found out this morning that it was written and binded (bonded? whatever. I don't know.), so we're covered if the worst does happen to occur.
Yes, we're worried. But we're also prepared. As of right now, the plan is to spend the weekend with George's brother in Tampa. The storm is so huge there's nowhere we could really go to get away from it. If the storm doesn't shift (please, please, please let it shift), then we'll be evacuating sometime tomorrow.
I have most of our irreplaceables set aside (My signed Jim Brandenburg print, my GWU diploma, a brass rubbing I did at Westminster Abbey, and some antique books; George has Web of Spiderman #1 and the 9/11 edition of Spiderman, as well as five autographed X-Men comics and a few other things that no amount of money could replace. Photo albums, loose photos, scrapbooks, and a few things that were my grandmother's.) It's hard to decide what to take and what to leave behind. Do I take my sketchbook? My pencils? What about the set of Prismacolor markers I got for my birthday last year? Vol 1-4 of Furuba? (That might get stuffed in a backpack at the last minute.) We're backing up all our data on the external hard drive and taking that with us. The running joke, of course, is that we're going to board the kitties up in the clubhouse (their cannister-shaped scratching post) and leave them behind. Obviously not, of course. They're coming to Tampa with us.
I'm packing a suitcase too -- been doing laundry all day.
I think the most frightening thing is that we don't know -- or I don't know -- what we'll come back to. These are new apartment buildings, so I'm feeling pretty good about that. And we're on the 2nd floor, so while our foyer might get flooded, the apartment shouldn't.
We're staying safe, though. George, being Mister Florida Native, has been very authoritative about the whole thing. The college is closed tomorrow and Friday, and Brevard County has been declared a local state of emergency. I'm a little worried about that because it means that there's going to be a paycheck even smaller than usual in store for me.
*sigh*
I am worried, and... yeah, I'm scared. I'm not going to lie about that. I have a strong feeling that there's going to be copious amounts of liquor consumed while in Tampa, because, damn, after this I'm gonna need a drink.
Less than three weeks ago, Hurricane Charley came through -- okay, so it came through on the west coast of the state, so it really wasn't that big a deal for us, but damn mother nature needs to give us a goddamn break.
Hurricane Frances is at present a Cat 4 hurricane (145 mph winds). A Category 5 hurricane starts at 150 mph winds, so as you can see, Frannie is turning into one evil bitch of a storm.
Thankfully, our renters insurance policy went through this week -- I found out this morning that it was written and binded (bonded? whatever. I don't know.), so we're covered if the worst does happen to occur.
Yes, we're worried. But we're also prepared. As of right now, the plan is to spend the weekend with George's brother in Tampa. The storm is so huge there's nowhere we could really go to get away from it. If the storm doesn't shift (please, please, please let it shift), then we'll be evacuating sometime tomorrow.
I have most of our irreplaceables set aside (My signed Jim Brandenburg print, my GWU diploma, a brass rubbing I did at Westminster Abbey, and some antique books; George has Web of Spiderman #1 and the 9/11 edition of Spiderman, as well as five autographed X-Men comics and a few other things that no amount of money could replace. Photo albums, loose photos, scrapbooks, and a few things that were my grandmother's.) It's hard to decide what to take and what to leave behind. Do I take my sketchbook? My pencils? What about the set of Prismacolor markers I got for my birthday last year? Vol 1-4 of Furuba? (That might get stuffed in a backpack at the last minute.) We're backing up all our data on the external hard drive and taking that with us. The running joke, of course, is that we're going to board the kitties up in the clubhouse (their cannister-shaped scratching post) and leave them behind. Obviously not, of course. They're coming to Tampa with us.
I'm packing a suitcase too -- been doing laundry all day.
I think the most frightening thing is that we don't know -- or I don't know -- what we'll come back to. These are new apartment buildings, so I'm feeling pretty good about that. And we're on the 2nd floor, so while our foyer might get flooded, the apartment shouldn't.
We're staying safe, though. George, being Mister Florida Native, has been very authoritative about the whole thing. The college is closed tomorrow and Friday, and Brevard County has been declared a local state of emergency. I'm a little worried about that because it means that there's going to be a paycheck even smaller than usual in store for me.
*sigh*
I am worried, and... yeah, I'm scared. I'm not going to lie about that. I have a strong feeling that there's going to be copious amounts of liquor consumed while in Tampa, because, damn, after this I'm gonna need a drink.
