Sunday, August 28, 2011

Hurricane Blues

I have not suffered through a war, but it seems to me that being well-informed about an imminent natural disaster is a bit like being told to post guard duty on a border that you know must fall.   First, there are the well-intentioned plans that inevitably conclude before the threat is over.  Followed - of course - by a frustrated, "What do we do after that?"

Then there is the solitude of family or co-habitants. Communication with those outside a very small radius from you just.......ends.  One loses power.  Another one contemplates the rising floodwater.  Another one prepares to deal with  a house, car, or boat that has been walloped by a falling tree.  Unlike an actual conflict, hurricanes in North America rarely mean that those out-of-touch are in mortal danger.  But in our hyper-social network culture, to be unreachable is nearly unheard of in 2011.  So, we each wait.

At 175 feet above sea level, over 30 feet above our creek, and within walkable distance of a half dozen restaurants, we are not at grave risk of anything that homeowners insurance cannot repair.  My brothers have not fared as well but I have every expectation that they made it through saturday night in one piece. The worst flooding they will both experience should subside by sunday night, and hopefully power will be restored soon after. Good luck, boys!

2 comments:

Rick Kratzke said...

In situations such as this similiar to war there becomes a point when it is not up to us anymore.
We will undoubtedly just have to ride the storm up and take what ever it dishes out

tugboatdude said...

still alive and in good health with minimal property damage.blog post is up