AAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

She’s out there!  She’s spinning!  She’s closer!  She’s HUGE!

I’m feeling whiplashed by the spaghetti models.

I know exactly when every meteorological update is posted.

I dream about “the cone of influence”…………………….and it has NOTHING to do with an ice cream treat…………..

My friend Esther’s grandson once dubbed these storms………………”Hellicanes”……………..

They are.

Hellacious Hellicanes!!!  He is absolutely right!

I’m reading the meteorologist’s body language and watching for any NLP-giveaway-cues………………I’m getting vitzie!  And it’s just Wednesday.

What will I be like by this weekend?????   I can tell you…………..I’ll be Bat-*&%^#$*-Crazy…………….that’s what!!!

By the end of all of this, I will probably be on a first name basis with all of the pilots on the reconnaissance-hurricane-tracking-aircraft………………

Now, that’s a job that I can’t even fathom?????!!!!!

………………willingly flying into the eye of a hurricane———especially one who’s packing 185 mile per hour winds!!!————Who does that???

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I’ve thrown out the original “Hurricane Box” out of necessity and replaced it with an identical, less-than-smelly, new & pristine Rubber-Maid.

We’ve got AAA’s, AA’s, D’s, C’s & 9-Volts (why don’t the 9-volts have an alphabet name like the rest?).  We now have all new, freshly-powerful batteries that are not corroded by cat pee.  (Plus they are not nearly as smelly.)———Why did the cats choose to do that?

I’ve got a new spool of Para-Cord on order.  It’s now being “Amazon-Primed” on its way to us (the cats pee’d on the last spool of that too).  I’ve added poundage to this new batch of rope———this spool has a 750 lbs. maximum weight capacity………………..and it’s US-Army-olive.

My new crank-radio should arrive tomorrow (Amazon-Prime to the rescue once again).  It charges electronic devices, plays NOAA, AM, FM & MP3 players?  (——–for our hurricane-play-list?).  It has a flashlight AND a silly, little compass.  It might even have a yoghurt-maker attached to it for all I know.  (Years ago everyone in my family got “real” compasses as stocking-stuffers for Christmas……………….and yes, I’m “that” kind of parent.)  (You never know when survival-gear will be that-appropriate-little-extra-gift—–nothing says “I love you” more than Army/Navy surplus MRE’s.)

The previous crank-radio got pee’d on too…………………………………………and, YES, I CAN SEE A PATTERN HERE!!!           Why did they do that?

I’ve also got an electronic-crank-device ordered that doesn’t have a radio, or a flashlight, or even a little compass.  It is just meant to sit there and wait to be cranked by someone (my younger daughter) to additionally charge necessary “things” and be more effective at that job than the crank-radio.

I intend to get a HAM radio……………..eventually.  But, I need to learn more about them first.  But to that effect, I have learned the Morse Code………………………let’s see if I can write something here with some coherency.

…./..-/.-./.-./../-.-./.-/-./.###../.-./–/.-###.–./../…/…###—/..-./..-.

There, I feel better now.

The propane tanks ARE filled, as well as the extra gasoline & diesel tanks.  The wood piles are piled (albeit a tad damp)—–(but I’m not too worried about the damp wood).  I’m fairly sure I am a not-so-latent pyromaniac; and I can usually ignite just about anything I set my mind to.

We’ve sat in lines and filled up the diesel trucks.

We’ve got a wonderfully large generator with a new, well-charged battery.  Tomorrow my daughter & I intend to kick it over and make sure it’s ready to go and purring like a kitten.  (Hopefully one that doesn’t want to pee in my Hurricane Box.)

I don’t know why our cats felt the need to perch on the edge of the last hurricane box and proceed to use it as their own personal latrine(?)…………….but I can tell you that this new hurricane box has a very-secure, lock-down lid which I intend to use with regularity and conviction.

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Can you believe our NFL Buccaneer team is scheduled to play the Miami Dolphins this weekend as the season-opener?  WHAT!??!———I don’t even know if it’s scheduled as a home game or as an away game………………..

It Doesn’t Matter!!!!!!  We’re all going to be in the middle of Mother Nature’s school-prank Swirly!!!!!!

Over ten years ago, after the year of “Charley”—–I bought a hand-pump and all of the necessary PVC piping to drop down into our well-head.  Sooooooooo, we are not in the “water lines” at all of the stores. The only water we need is a few gallons of distilled water for my husband’s C-Pap machine and our colloidal-silver maker (for post-hurricane first-aid treatments).

One of my daughter’s friends was confused about why all of the people were in line to buy water?………………………..When my daughter texted her and said it was because there was a very good chance that the electricity would go out………………………this left her friend even more confused…………………………..(?) (?) (?)

I have nothing more to add to help, illuminate &/or further educate this individual.  Nor do I want to help this young adult out of her confused stupor………………….I will just leave her to her own devices and I promise not to comment when I subsequently see her lapping water out of a mud puddle………………….some stupid just can’t be helped.

Our pantry is stocked———but NOT with bags of dried beans (I learned my lesson with those buggers!).  I’ve got loads of canned beans though. My elder daughter did, however, pick up a twenty pound bag of rice…………………so I’ll be getting creative with rice entrees, rice sides and rice desserts here shortly.

 

So Irma—–I’m sure you won’t be sleeping tonight……………

I doubt I will be either.

Sigh……………………………………………………………..”Goodnight, Moon”.