It's 1:53pm. I just went outside to get some things from my car, and I can really see the effects of Hurricane Ike. It's extremely windy; I can hear its wooshing. There is also the flapping sound of loose tarpaper on some of my neighbors' houses that are still being repaired. I see a piece of loose weatherboard, in one of the yards, that I don't think was there before.
This morning, I could see the grey sky, letting me know rain was coming, and I wasn't disappointed, as it has rained here three times today. My contractor was proof of the rain, as he arrived late, and soaked, for our appointment. He had gone, in the rain, over to my sister's house to make a minor rain-preventive repair from some Gustav damage.
This is the first time I can truly say that I'm getting my head around this "hurricane season" thing. Periodically checking "The Weather Channel" for new of Hurricane Ike, while watching the weather outside your sunroom window, and waiting for you contractor to come out and check your Hurricane Gustav-damaged fence, kinda keeps the "season" on your mind. But, and this may sound abrasive to some, I think I'm coming to terms with this...this suspense, of sorts. And, by that, I really mean that I am actually not living in suspense. I'm hanging my newly purchased curtains; I'm potting my plants, I'm hanging my artwork. I'm going on with getting my house back in order ... in spite of Gustav, in spite of Ike!
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