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The Hurricane
I thought that it'll be nice to keep you posted and unpdated from a personal POV on this major element of nature, the hurricane, which is making its appearance "en force", right now, in our neighborhood.
I intend to keep it throughout the hurricane season, meaning till November, if you guys don't mind.
Whoever is from FL, GA, AL, MS and LA has a standing invitation to add to this thread from his own experiences and accounts. On the house!
Hold us fingers, guys!
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Midnight here. The storm weather patterns thrown into our streets and our yards by Dennis put a multi-media show to the eyes, to the ears. Even the nose has its share, a pleasant fragrance of wet vegetation, accentuated by the scent of the ozone.
The lightpost casts its bright, yellow tentacles of light thru the pouring rain, dumping itself at the will of this monster's feeders, the spiralling arms which circle the waters, the earth and its trees and houses, the dark, starless skies, in a continuous, frantic counterclock movement.
Huge, irregular streaks of light hit the skies with rolling thunders, big bulks of noise reverberating in my ears, the early messengers of the cargos of rain that are bound to come in their wake.
The stray kittens, which we feed religiously three times a day, are hiding beneath the tool rack in the carport, frightened to death, I think, reminding me of the early humans, the cave dwellers of old, who didn't understand, much less know, which is which and where is what.
They say that tomorrow will be the worst b/c the hurricane will be at its closest range to us. Whoever crosses the bridges of Caloosa does so at the mercy of the winds and at his own risk. My wife had to do it. She's on night shift beyond the river. At my request, she took my car, a Le Sabre, big enough to sustain the winds, I hope, not her small, slanted-eyes car. I told her to stay behind for tonight, but she said that tomorrow will take care of itself tomorrow. Okay! Good to put your faith in the Universe, I subscribe to that POV.
The season had started just a mth ago and we had already four Tropical Storms, with about 11 more to come, according to the forecasts, of which a few can turn into major hurricanes. One did it already, Dennis the Bad One.
I read that Cuba has already its dead, ten unfortunate enough poor guys who didn't make it thru the 135 mph ferocity. It tore its way thru the island and now it makes its way into the Gulf, cutting right thru the western Keyes. I hope Papa's house, in Key West, will remain intact.
The other unfortunate ones, the dwellers of the Gulf North Coast, from La to Fl Pensacola region, started to evacuate. My heart goes to them. I'm lucky not to be among them, but the season is in full swing and the worse mths are yet ahead of us. August is the worst, b/c the waters get very warm and it stirs the winds into storms and eventually, into hurricanes.
Last yr, Charlie tore right above my head and believe me, it was not pleasant.
This is my first serious hurricane season. In Israel all I knew was wars, a few of them. Now, this animal, the storms, is new to me. I'm not frightened, I worry about the house. I really am. Plenty of them around with the blue tarp still on the roofs, damaged and molded by the last year's frenzy.
Quiet now outside. I'm going to see a movie, "Run Lola Run (sic)!" I always wondered how is a script written. I have a faint idea about it, but I think that script writers are a very diff and talented species of writers. My hat off to them. On second thought, maybe they think the same about the novelists, F and NF alike? Who knows...
To the movie! I'll keep you posted. Nighty night!
The Hurricaned Dan
I thought that it'll be nice to keep you posted and unpdated from a personal POV on this major element of nature, the hurricane, which is making its appearance "en force", right now, in our neighborhood.
I intend to keep it throughout the hurricane season, meaning till November, if you guys don't mind.
Whoever is from FL, GA, AL, MS and LA has a standing invitation to add to this thread from his own experiences and accounts. On the house!
Hold us fingers, guys!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Midnight here. The storm weather patterns thrown into our streets and our yards by Dennis put a multi-media show to the eyes, to the ears. Even the nose has its share, a pleasant fragrance of wet vegetation, accentuated by the scent of the ozone.
The lightpost casts its bright, yellow tentacles of light thru the pouring rain, dumping itself at the will of this monster's feeders, the spiralling arms which circle the waters, the earth and its trees and houses, the dark, starless skies, in a continuous, frantic counterclock movement.
Huge, irregular streaks of light hit the skies with rolling thunders, big bulks of noise reverberating in my ears, the early messengers of the cargos of rain that are bound to come in their wake.
The stray kittens, which we feed religiously three times a day, are hiding beneath the tool rack in the carport, frightened to death, I think, reminding me of the early humans, the cave dwellers of old, who didn't understand, much less know, which is which and where is what.
They say that tomorrow will be the worst b/c the hurricane will be at its closest range to us. Whoever crosses the bridges of Caloosa does so at the mercy of the winds and at his own risk. My wife had to do it. She's on night shift beyond the river. At my request, she took my car, a Le Sabre, big enough to sustain the winds, I hope, not her small, slanted-eyes car. I told her to stay behind for tonight, but she said that tomorrow will take care of itself tomorrow. Okay! Good to put your faith in the Universe, I subscribe to that POV.
The season had started just a mth ago and we had already four Tropical Storms, with about 11 more to come, according to the forecasts, of which a few can turn into major hurricanes. One did it already, Dennis the Bad One.
I read that Cuba has already its dead, ten unfortunate enough poor guys who didn't make it thru the 135 mph ferocity. It tore its way thru the island and now it makes its way into the Gulf, cutting right thru the western Keyes. I hope Papa's house, in Key West, will remain intact.
The other unfortunate ones, the dwellers of the Gulf North Coast, from La to Fl Pensacola region, started to evacuate. My heart goes to them. I'm lucky not to be among them, but the season is in full swing and the worse mths are yet ahead of us. August is the worst, b/c the waters get very warm and it stirs the winds into storms and eventually, into hurricanes.
Last yr, Charlie tore right above my head and believe me, it was not pleasant.
This is my first serious hurricane season. In Israel all I knew was wars, a few of them. Now, this animal, the storms, is new to me. I'm not frightened, I worry about the house. I really am. Plenty of them around with the blue tarp still on the roofs, damaged and molded by the last year's frenzy.
Quiet now outside. I'm going to see a movie, "Run Lola Run (sic)!" I always wondered how is a script written. I have a faint idea about it, but I think that script writers are a very diff and talented species of writers. My hat off to them. On second thought, maybe they think the same about the novelists, F and NF alike? Who knows...
To the movie! I'll keep you posted. Nighty night!
The Hurricaned Dan
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