It's the same bittersweet story whenever a hurry cane is in the offing. It's happened so many times to us. Once we realize we're not in the path -- as now -- we breathe a sigh of relief and then turn our worry towards all those who are in the path. For now Irene is clearly going to devastate the beautiful Bahamas -- 29 islands off our coast -- as a Category 3 hurricane. And then call on North Carolina barrier islands and the Northeast -- all the way up to Maine. So those living in these areas are in our thoughts because we know too well what these storms bring. Mom went through Hurricane Andrew in 1992 before she had Dogdad and us to keep her safe (and today is the anniversary of that powerful Category 5 storm); JH was abandoned when Katrina hit Florida in 2005 before moving on to the Gulf Coast and that's how he came to live with us; and we all went through Hurricane Wilma together later that year.
But yesterday, I realized that I must have been snoozing in weather school because all of a sudden instead of hurry canes, the weather folks were talking about an earth cake... whose center was right near where Gussie and Teka live -- and was felt where lots of our other pals live.
Mom has always said she'd rather know when a hurry cane is on the way so she can prepare; some folks, however, are so experienced with earth cakes that they just shrug. We wonder what our pals think. Hurry cane? Earth cake? (Not to forget tornados, floods, ice storms, heat waves, etc.)
We're just glad no one was hurt by this surprising event.
And I guess I'll have to go back to weather school.