RE: My Hurricane updates.
September 6, 2019 at 9:45 am
(This post was last modified: September 6, 2019 at 10:09 am by Brian37.)
I fucking kid you not, my neighbor had an empty plastic bottle laying on the ground next to their car that did not move the entire hurricane, AND IT WAS EMPTY!
Gawd, I was still scared.
But I didn't bolt this time because days before they projected a downgrade. Nobody expected it to go back up which it did.
And yesterday morning both my TV and cell were setting off alarm warnings more than super nova gives out energy. We had a shitload of tornado warnings. Even 4 hours inland last year during Florence, in Durham, we had several tornado warnings.
I guess what got me through this time, was I was resigned to the fact I decided not to leave because of the projected downgrade which did not happen. But even with Dorian hitting as a CAT 2, only the early morning was what was scaring the shit out of me. I kept on bolting to my bathroom with no windows. I even put my cat in his carrier and put him in the bathroom.
It really frustrates me, and angers me, when the religious try to claim that only they know what it is like to lose a loved one, or come close to disaster, or even fear losing something. I had that fear last year, and this time too. I don't chalk that up to old mythology or superstition.
It was not fun last year not knowing how to get back home or what I would come home to. But even staying home this time, I was still scared that maybe I made the wrong choice. But when people make it about gods or fate as to why they survived I want to puke, knowing that our fellow humans in the Bahamas got flattened and lost their loved ones their homes and their livelihoods.
Gawd, I was still scared.
But I didn't bolt this time because days before they projected a downgrade. Nobody expected it to go back up which it did.
And yesterday morning both my TV and cell were setting off alarm warnings more than super nova gives out energy. We had a shitload of tornado warnings. Even 4 hours inland last year during Florence, in Durham, we had several tornado warnings.
I guess what got me through this time, was I was resigned to the fact I decided not to leave because of the projected downgrade which did not happen. But even with Dorian hitting as a CAT 2, only the early morning was what was scaring the shit out of me. I kept on bolting to my bathroom with no windows. I even put my cat in his carrier and put him in the bathroom.
It really frustrates me, and angers me, when the religious try to claim that only they know what it is like to lose a loved one, or come close to disaster, or even fear losing something. I had that fear last year, and this time too. I don't chalk that up to old mythology or superstition.
It was not fun last year not knowing how to get back home or what I would come home to. But even staying home this time, I was still scared that maybe I made the wrong choice. But when people make it about gods or fate as to why they survived I want to puke, knowing that our fellow humans in the Bahamas got flattened and lost their loved ones their homes and their livelihoods.
