It's quiet here in the Pine Grove at 7:40am. The Squirrels are chatting but few birds are singing. Not a good sign. When the birds leave, it means something's coming.
We are under a Hurricane Warning for Dennis. Not good. According to Accuweather, we are in it, give or take 50 miles or so. Not good.
The LH has gone with a crew to board up his office. Our plywood boards are in the greenhouse waiting for the crew to come here. When the boards go up, I am in the driveway trying to make my getaway. Boards make the house dark and miserable.
I didn't grow up with hurricanes. Nope, no experience for the first several decades of my life. I heard about them, particularly Camille in 1969 a Category 5 storm. The LH lived through that and mourned the loss of his Beatles albums which for his teen aged self was a major catastrophe. His aunt lost her home, his home was surrounded by downed trees and his entire neighborhood damaged.
I am blogging because I am anxious. We are in a "hurry up and wait" mode here. I run around and secure stuff then sit staring at the Weather Channel or checking on the NOAA weather site on the 'net.
The LH stays calm throughout the hurricane stuff. I wish I had giant medications. The children seem to do fine as long as we are together. The cars are gassed if we need to evacuate.
I'm canceled for worship tomorrow. "Don't come up here", said my elder, "Stay and do what you need to do." My congregation is on higher ground. Sounds like a sermon title, doesn't it?
God of Mighty Wind and Soft Breeze, Creator of the Great Waters and Fragile Bird's Nests, give aid to those who are suffering from this storm. Give aid to those who watch and worry. Give clear judgement to our civil officials who make decisions for our safety. Watch over the very old, the very young and the very scared.
You who speak through the wind and the quiet, grant us your aid. Amen.