Monday past a patch of weather in the Atlantic was forecast to reach the Bahamas and form into a storm. The more I saw of the predicted track the more I was reminded of a storm from the past that followed a westward path, curved NW and slowed in the Bahamas then exploded into a Cat 5 in a very short period of time then headed due west across south Florida. I dug through the NHC archives and found Andrew from 1992. Different latitude, altogether different structure but anything that finds it's way to the SE Bahamas has my attention.
For a day or two after work I wandered about checking wall anchors, looking for wasp nests under the awnings, generator and camp stove function. Thursday I'd unbury the storm panels from behind the tool chests and bench and from under the folding tables and lattice panels I made for the wife to display her wares. I work Saturdays so Friday was the day to get things done for the Sunday slop.
After work Thursday I stopped by the city's marina for some ethanol free gas (needed some anyway), shot some bull with the dockmaster, a water cop and a A/C mechanic and drove off for hurricane supplies, two 18 packs and a carton of smokes. Got home, cracked a cold one, looked around and thought forget this.
Awoke this morning, looked at a satellite shot of a wispy swirl with no convection within a hundred miles of the center... and felt like a wet wool blanket I did not know was there lifted from my head. I guess it bothered me like an itch I couldn't reach even as I just carried on trying to organize a what if plan in my head.
Just got back from outside. As the dog did her thing I appreciated the light show to the south and east, enjoyed the relative quiet and thanked God for another day... and tipped a thought to our neighbors in the Gulf hoping they are spared any grief over the next week.
Glad I can leave this pile alone for a time.
For a day or two after work I wandered about checking wall anchors, looking for wasp nests under the awnings, generator and camp stove function. Thursday I'd unbury the storm panels from behind the tool chests and bench and from under the folding tables and lattice panels I made for the wife to display her wares. I work Saturdays so Friday was the day to get things done for the Sunday slop.
After work Thursday I stopped by the city's marina for some ethanol free gas (needed some anyway), shot some bull with the dockmaster, a water cop and a A/C mechanic and drove off for hurricane supplies, two 18 packs and a carton of smokes. Got home, cracked a cold one, looked around and thought forget this.
Awoke this morning, looked at a satellite shot of a wispy swirl with no convection within a hundred miles of the center... and felt like a wet wool blanket I did not know was there lifted from my head. I guess it bothered me like an itch I couldn't reach even as I just carried on trying to organize a what if plan in my head.
Just got back from outside. As the dog did her thing I appreciated the light show to the south and east, enjoyed the relative quiet and thanked God for another day... and tipped a thought to our neighbors in the Gulf hoping they are spared any grief over the next week.
Glad I can leave this pile alone for a time.
