So we’ve officially ushered in the 2006 Hurricane Season with lots of rain and wind…and that’s about it. The most impacted we’ve been thus far was pretty much not being able to buy Sara her drinking water the other night at the store because the shelves were completely bare, but other than that, it’s been pretty tame…
Honestly, I’m not really that concerned about the season itself this year. I don’t live in a flood zone, so there are no mandatory evacuations to worry about, and although I know that you don’t have to live on the beach to be impacted by a hurricane, we can’t very well just pick up and leave, so there’s really not much else we can do other than be prepared, anyways. A poured-concrete building stands little chance of actually blowing anywhere, so aside from worrying about something coming through the window or needing to dig out my snorkel to make it to the mailbox and back, it’s really nothing that some extra food (just in case) and a stack of books (in the event of a power outage) can’t handle. I know, I know – rough life.
Nonetheless, it did rain like the dickens for the last two days, which was probably actually a good thing because it’s just been devastatingly dry around the area recently. It was also nice not having to water my plants over the weekend, but the most remarkable thing (…not that watering plants is all that remarkable…) was last night as we lay in bed…trying to sleep. Mind you, it poured on and off all night, but what was really weird was the racquet made by all of the frogs and toads in the nearby woods, just a chirping and croaking like it was the end of the world! I guess you always hear stories about how animals are so in tune with nature, but I swear, I’ve never heard them as loud as they were last night. And I wasn’t the only one, either, as I learned today at work that another lady noticed the same thing – mainly because she and her husband hadn’t hardly been able to sleep all night, either! You could even hear them over the rain itself, which was pretty impressive at times, but ultimately, I suppose I’d be a little irritated during a tropical storm if I lived outside, too…
One down, who knows how many to go … but no matter how wet and blustery it ever gets, it still beats shoveling snow in my book. 🙂