Original Post Aug. 26, 2011
As the weekend approaches so does the threat of hurricane Irene. I have been a bit anxious about this as Don has duty on Saturday and he will be riding out the storm onboard the ship, which has been moved to a location, upriver, for protection. I am concerned for his safety as well as the fact that I will be all by myself during my first true hurricane.
I am a bit nervous about fact that I will have to ride it out alone. Well not alone entirely as Oliver, my standard poodle, will be by my side. Glued to it is more likely. While I am a bit apprehensive I have also decided to take a negative and turn it into a positive as I am currently working on a manuscript called “SURVIVING THE STORM “which is set around hurricane Katrina. I will be journaling my feelings and thoughts as the storm makes her way past in an effort to be able to bring my manuscript to life and make it the best it can be. I have plenty of pencil and paper as well as plenty of batteries for my neo keyboard just in case the power goes out.
We lived in Charleston when hurricane Andrew came through however it had come up through Florida and had weakened to a tropical storm by the time it reached where we were living. My husband was of course out with the ship when Andrew showed up. I had a friend staying with me so we brought the kids matrices into the hallway, closed off all of the bedroom doors and rode out the remnants of the storm without issue.
The one thing that sticks in my mind about that day is how volatile the sky appeared. During the break in the rain we ventured outside and gaped at the double rotation of the clouds. Never before or since have I witnessed the clouds rotating two directions at once. It was by far the most eerie sight I have ever experienced. Luckily we survived that storm without issue.
We moved out of Charleston about four months before hurricane Hugo devastated the city with a direct blow. We are fortunate to have left when we did. We are certain that we would not have felt the need to leave our townhouse, feeling that it was far enough inland to avoid issue. As it turns out we heard from friends that that same townhouse did not fare well. Apparently water rose faster that anyone could have imagined, and the roof was removed by either winds or a tornado with items being sucked from within. My husband and I have discussed this at length and are pretty certain that had we still lived there we would have retreated upward with the kids at the first sign of water entering the lower level. Had we had been in one of the upstairs rooms there is a distinct possibility of someone being extracted from within along with the roof and debris. The thought gives me cold chills and we are very grateful that we moved from that location when we did.
At this writing the weather channel shows us either getting grazed by Irene or taking a direct hit as there is still a bit of time before she passes through. Either way it is going to be an interesting weekend to say the least. We will spend the day clearing the deck and yard in preparation for her arrival. I am extremely happy we had our trees removed in the spring as that is one less thing to worry about. Our house is not considered to be in a flood zone so I am holding out hope that we will come through this with little or no damage. Fingers crossed.
I am not so hopeful of the small town of Westerly R.I. which appears to be in her direct path. Westerly tends to flood during a simple down pour so I cannot imagine the impact of a storm of this size. Westerly is the same small town from which we have only recently moved, leading me to wonder if we haven’t dodged yet another force of nature. I say that in hopes that when all is said and done we will have survived the storm…
As the weekend approaches so does the threat of hurricane Irene. I have been a bit anxious about this as Don has duty on Saturday and he will be riding out the storm onboard the ship, which has been moved to a location, upriver, for protection. I am concerned for his safety as well as the fact that I will be all by myself during my first true hurricane.
I am a bit nervous about fact that I will have to ride it out alone. Well not alone entirely as Oliver, my standard poodle, will be by my side. Glued to it is more likely. While I am a bit apprehensive I have also decided to take a negative and turn it into a positive as I am currently working on a manuscript called “SURVIVING THE STORM “which is set around hurricane Katrina. I will be journaling my feelings and thoughts as the storm makes her way past in an effort to be able to bring my manuscript to life and make it the best it can be. I have plenty of pencil and paper as well as plenty of batteries for my neo keyboard just in case the power goes out.
We lived in Charleston when hurricane Andrew came through however it had come up through Florida and had weakened to a tropical storm by the time it reached where we were living. My husband was of course out with the ship when Andrew showed up. I had a friend staying with me so we brought the kids matrices into the hallway, closed off all of the bedroom doors and rode out the remnants of the storm without issue.
The one thing that sticks in my mind about that day is how volatile the sky appeared. During the break in the rain we ventured outside and gaped at the double rotation of the clouds. Never before or since have I witnessed the clouds rotating two directions at once. It was by far the most eerie sight I have ever experienced. Luckily we survived that storm without issue.
We moved out of Charleston about four months before hurricane Hugo devastated the city with a direct blow. We are fortunate to have left when we did. We are certain that we would not have felt the need to leave our townhouse, feeling that it was far enough inland to avoid issue. As it turns out we heard from friends that that same townhouse did not fare well. Apparently water rose faster that anyone could have imagined, and the roof was removed by either winds or a tornado with items being sucked from within. My husband and I have discussed this at length and are pretty certain that had we still lived there we would have retreated upward with the kids at the first sign of water entering the lower level. Had we had been in one of the upstairs rooms there is a distinct possibility of someone being extracted from within along with the roof and debris. The thought gives me cold chills and we are very grateful that we moved from that location when we did.
At this writing the weather channel shows us either getting grazed by Irene or taking a direct hit as there is still a bit of time before she passes through. Either way it is going to be an interesting weekend to say the least. We will spend the day clearing the deck and yard in preparation for her arrival. I am extremely happy we had our trees removed in the spring as that is one less thing to worry about. Our house is not considered to be in a flood zone so I am holding out hope that we will come through this with little or no damage. Fingers crossed.
I am not so hopeful of the small town of Westerly R.I. which appears to be in her direct path. Westerly tends to flood during a simple down pour so I cannot imagine the impact of a storm of this size. Westerly is the same small town from which we have only recently moved, leading me to wonder if we haven’t dodged yet another force of nature. I say that in hopes that when all is said and done we will have survived the storm…
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