|Red sky at night sailors delight...I don't think so|
First of all lets get this out in the open. When they name hurricanes why would give one a name like Irene that literally means “peace.” Sounds like a big contradiction to me. They should be giving them names like Attila.
Anyway, even though I live about 2 hours inland from the ocean the whole area was in an uproar yesterday. You couldn’t find water or batteries anywhere. Emergency workers were working overtime or on call. I guess you could say here in these parts of Virginia we still haven’t recovered from the 2003 visit from a very nasty lady named, Isabel. Incidentally, Isabel means “god of plenty,” plenty of rain, plenty of power loss, plenty of damage.
During the pre-Isabel day I scoffed at those who feared her. I had never really felt the effects of a hurricane; after all we were 2 hours inland. My chastisement came the night she roared into town. The windows sounded as if they were about to implode. The trees were downed everywhere one looked. The power was out and remained out for two blistering hot weeks!
The first thing I did after Isabel was to go out and buy a generator. It’s been 8 years since Isabel and it’s still brand spanking new. How is that for irony?
Right before Irene arrived we took out Genny, (my generator) as shiny and new as the day she was born, from the storage shed, went to the gas station and bought a couple of gallons of gas. We got out the battery powered lantern and put it on the kitchen counter. We were prepared. Nothing happened. Not complaining, just saying.
Others were not so lucky and I hope that they will soon recover from Irene’s wrath.
Hurricane season is just starting and Genny may finally get her first use-- after all there are still…
Should I take it as an omen that out of the names that are upcoming three are my family members?