You can tell a hurricane is coming by the commercials with despondent families standing in the wreckage of their homes.
Because of Irene last year, I think a lot of people are kind of pooh-poohing the idea that Sandy could get bad. Up here, Irene caused about as much damage as a surprise sneeze, and I’ve already heard reports of people refusing to leave their homes because they feel that the weather officials “cried wolf” with Irene.
My opinion? A storm that’s big enough to sit on a third of the country (almost half — look at the map) isn’t something to blow a raspberry at. Not to mention that it only takes one hurricane-force gust of wind to drop a tree on your car, or your home, or your head. Be safe this week. If you’re told to evacuate, get your arse out.
This weekend was an odd one for the Mears clan. We said goodbye to a grandmother, a mother, a sister, a wife, and an aunt. My cousin Karen sang “I’m Going Home” at Gram’s request, and it bowled us over. Karen has a stunning, rich contralto voice. I’d never heard her sing before. Gram would be proud.
And in the midst of the grief, it was good to see my mother and aunts and uncles and cousins. We also drove up to see my sister-in-law who is expecting a wee one in February, and we got to visit a couple of good friends and their husky puppy. I expect Vinny Pup was depressed that we didn’t bring Buffy this time.
We arrived home after a long, rainy drive last night. I had work to do but had to go to bed early due to a migraine and woke this morning to a very happy kitty snuggling into my chin.
If you have to have a hurricane, it’s good to wake up to kitty snuggles.
I hope you all had a good weekend — I’ll be back to my regular posting schedule. Also, Costumed Curses winners will be announced on Wednesday (though if I have no power, that could be delayed).
If you are in Sandy’s path, here are a couple things you can do to get ready:
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