Six Months of High Anxiety
And so it begins, six months of high anxiety. Today being June first and the first day of the Atlantic hurricane season. Predictions are swirling. How many named storms and how many big storms will there be? That’s not important if you live in striking distance because the only one you worry about is the one that heads your way.
This is the time of year when we watch the weather channel as much if not more than the local news. This is the time of year when we keep a physical as well as a mental list of what we have and what we need. Most of us keep tins of tuna and soup and other non-perishables. Bottled water, dog and cat food and extra cat litter must be kept on hand at all times along with loaves of frozen bread and extra bags of ice. The list goes on and on.
Some of us have finally been able to repair all the damages inflicted on our homes in the past two years by hurricanes Frances, Jeanne and last year’s Wilma. Others haven’t been so fortunate and even to this day have giant blue tarps as their roof’s only defense. Those people have got to be panicking about now. Blue plastic tarps are no challenge to winds of over 75mph.
Now the wait begins along with the dread. Who gets hit and how hard? We all know it’s going to happen somewhere, but where? It’s about the equivalent of hearing that one house in your neighborhood will be hit by a meteor in the next six months, but no one knows which house or how large a meteor it will be.