Blabberings of a hypothetical hurricane

I decided that maybe I would just write out all the stuff going on in my head about the impending possible Hurricane Isaac instead of blasting every thought on Facebook. I have a lot to say about it anyway. Well, I think I do. I bet now that I decided to write it all out here, I won't come up with enough to talk about. But, in the mean time, here we go.

Last year in September we lived through our first tropical storm. All the hype building up to it and the possibility of it turning into a hurricane of course had this Midwest girl completely freaked. Probably the way people down here freak out about tornadoes, which of course are nothing to sneeze at, but I've lived with the tornado watches and warnings my entire life before Disco joined the Army. Back to the tropical storm. For goodness sakes, it was just rain. A little wind and a lot of rain. No lightening really. I ran to and from the store both days to get typical storm fare of frozen burritos and rocky road. We even hung out in the back yard for a bit, in the rain, hunting an annoying frog that just wouldn't shut up.

Here comes the threat of a hurricane watch for the panhandle. Cat 1. If people were freaking over that measly tropical storm last year, then all this panic for a cat 1 hurricane has to be unwarranted, right? I've been sitting at home doing stuff like painting my nails. I figure we have a generator hard wired to the house, so I don't really NEED to buy canned food because I can still cook and I will still have a fridge. What we are worrying about is flooding. We have gotten so much rain this summer, it's ridiculous. The mower was stalling on Disco when he was cutting the grass because the ground is so saturated. And you can't wait for it to dry out to cut it because it will rain two hours later. So, if the ground is already holding too much water, where is all this expected rain supposed to go? Probably in my house. I spent all day yesterday putting all my documents in water proof sleeves, and all my loose photos in waterproof tubs. I will probably spend Tuesday unplugging electronics, rolling up the rugs and placing everything we own on top of beds, dressers, and counter tops. Maybe it's unneeded, but that is how I plan on coping with my anxiety about the storm.

Today I decided I probably needed to put some food in the house, grab extra water, and extra baby wipes in case water becomes an issue I can bathe myself with the Boom's poo cleaners. On my way to the store I drove the long way through the neighborhood. People already have their windows boarded up. Okay, so maybe this hypothetical hurricane, that may or may not actually affect Pensacola, needs to be taken more seriously on my part? Off to the store I went. I tried to avoid "the Mart" at all costs. Down here our Target isn't a market, but they carry a large food section including frozen and refrigerated foods. I hardly ever see anyone grocery shopping there, so I figured that would be my best bet to not have to deal with crowds or cleared out shelves. I immediately ran into another mom around my age grabbing water who had just been at "the Mart" and said to not waste my time over there. During our whole conversation I kept seeing people briskly walk past me towards the food section, and I started to panic myself that I wouldn't be able to get what I needed. Sure enough I overreacted. Target had everything we needed. Except frozen burritos. Damn it, I'd have to go to "the Mart". Talk about Apocalypse style shopping. I apologize if you need toilet paper, because you won't be able to wipe your bum for a while. There was none in stock. Five shelves of bleach were empty. They were hauling generic water out of the back stock room like it was the last fresh water on God's green Earth.

People around here are panicking. They are all in mission mode. I'm still on the fence. I'm without anxiety for the moment, but I feel like I should be anxious. I'm supposed to be anxious. So I'm anxious about not being anxious. On the plus side, we are all enjoying the music selection The Weather Channel plays during the local forecast. Death Cab for Cutie seems to be one of their favs.