We (we, being all of the eastern seaboard) were under threat of Hurricane Earl this past weekend... We (in this case, being the hubby and I) decided to trundle our little selves off to Maine at 5:00 a.m. Thursday morning anyway... Before we'd gotten 20 minutes from home; we'd talked ourselves into returning home on Friday ~ just in case. Hurricanes are funny things; you get a LOT of warning (unlike your random tornado), but a lot of warning also can lead to a lot of time to worry, or build up a lot of extra drama if you are in the media industry. Don't get me wrong, a hurricane is nothing to be trifled with; they can be very nasty and very destructive and leave big messes, houses floating out to sea, and boats parked on the street. The problem is, until they actually get to you, a lot can change ~ and the weather people, while they have a lot of technology at their disposal, also lack the crystal ball. Ole Earl sort of ran out of steam and drifted off to the right, we got some rain but that was it.... not complaining ~ very thankful.
We ended up getting to Maine Thursday... unloading some stuff.... doing a little work and driving back home that afternoon.... all this accomplished in stifling humid hot air. (except in the van where it is sub arctic from the air conditioning ~ i must the only person with frost bitten toes in August, got to keep the dogs comfy though....)
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