When storms head my way, the first thing I do is fill the bathtubs. Occasionally, I head to the basement (a particularly good move when the microburst was over us). I would go there with the kids when they were little during bad storms, and we'd make it a fun activity. The worst part of losing power here is losing power to pump water to the house from the well. (Why we fill those bathtubs!) Being without water is no fun. The other bad thing with these storms, beyond trees coming down and property damage, is crop damage. My brother-in-law is a farmer. Too much rain & heavy winds can wipe out fields. It has never occurred to me that God has anything to do with weather, but I grew up in the snowbelt region of Upstate NY. The scariest weather related thing was a guy down the street got lost in the blizzard and died. There might have been a cardiac event involved, too, but it felt like his ghost kept wandering in that area.
Indeed, good luck to you. Elsa left us yesterday, although in Central Florida we didn't get much of a visit. However, she's NOT a congenial guest no matter how much or how little a mess she makes.
There is something appealing about a really good storm. In the summer in Dallas, we could set our watches by the 3pm thunderstorm. Just watching the thunderclouds forming was a show. Stay safe!
It is so true about the sea and the weather not caring. We were on a cruise (our first one) to Bermuda when a hurricane, that had "gone out to sea," changed course and came back our way. We had been told by the cruise line the day before that if the hurricane was any threat to our ship they'd take us to Canada instead. When we got to the ship in NYC I remember looking up at it and thinking, "this is the size of a city block. Why would they change our destination? Something this big can take the wind and rain." I was very confident when we got on the ship. The storm tracked out to sea and they decided to move ahead with the Bermuda destination. We were about 4 hours into the trip when things started to get rocky. We found out later that the crew saw the storm change paths after being at sail for two hours and it was too late to turn around... and it was decided to speed up to try to outrun it. They did miss the major part of the storm but we were on the outer edge of the storm and it was fierce. The waves were huge and banging against the ship with a deafening banging noise and the ship rocked up high going over the waves and crashed almost "nose down"coming off the wave. It was so bad they had to stop serving food because the waiters couldn't stand up and wait on tables (and who felt like eating at that point anyway). We lay in bed with one hand on the floor so we wouldn't roll out. There was really nothing else safe to do on the ship. The crew made the decision to cut the engines at some point and just let the wind and waves take us. Trying to plow through the waves was making the ride rougher. So we just bobbed up and down for hours and that "city block" was like a piece of drift wood in the power of that water and wind. It was sobering. The sea did not care one bit. I found a new respect for the power of the ocean... and never became a fan of the "cruise" thing.
I love the way you tell a story!
When storms head my way, the first thing I do is fill the bathtubs. Occasionally, I head to the basement (a particularly good move when the microburst was over us). I would go there with the kids when they were little during bad storms, and we'd make it a fun activity. The worst part of losing power here is losing power to pump water to the house from the well. (Why we fill those bathtubs!) Being without water is no fun. The other bad thing with these storms, beyond trees coming down and property damage, is crop damage. My brother-in-law is a farmer. Too much rain & heavy winds can wipe out fields. It has never occurred to me that God has anything to do with weather, but I grew up in the snowbelt region of Upstate NY. The scariest weather related thing was a guy down the street got lost in the blizzard and died. There might have been a cardiac event involved, too, but it felt like his ghost kept wandering in that area.
Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.
Indeed, good luck to you. Elsa left us yesterday, although in Central Florida we didn't get much of a visit. However, she's NOT a congenial guest no matter how much or how little a mess she makes.
I’m glad she was strictly a rudenguest and not a destructive one.
Rude. Not rudenguest. Sooo close…
There is something appealing about a really good storm. In the summer in Dallas, we could set our watches by the 3pm thunderstorm. Just watching the thunderclouds forming was a show. Stay safe!
I lived in Kansas where you literally could watch storms sweep in from the west. It. Was. Awesome.
It is so true about the sea and the weather not caring. We were on a cruise (our first one) to Bermuda when a hurricane, that had "gone out to sea," changed course and came back our way. We had been told by the cruise line the day before that if the hurricane was any threat to our ship they'd take us to Canada instead. When we got to the ship in NYC I remember looking up at it and thinking, "this is the size of a city block. Why would they change our destination? Something this big can take the wind and rain." I was very confident when we got on the ship. The storm tracked out to sea and they decided to move ahead with the Bermuda destination. We were about 4 hours into the trip when things started to get rocky. We found out later that the crew saw the storm change paths after being at sail for two hours and it was too late to turn around... and it was decided to speed up to try to outrun it. They did miss the major part of the storm but we were on the outer edge of the storm and it was fierce. The waves were huge and banging against the ship with a deafening banging noise and the ship rocked up high going over the waves and crashed almost "nose down"coming off the wave. It was so bad they had to stop serving food because the waiters couldn't stand up and wait on tables (and who felt like eating at that point anyway). We lay in bed with one hand on the floor so we wouldn't roll out. There was really nothing else safe to do on the ship. The crew made the decision to cut the engines at some point and just let the wind and waves take us. Trying to plow through the waves was making the ride rougher. So we just bobbed up and down for hours and that "city block" was like a piece of drift wood in the power of that water and wind. It was sobering. The sea did not care one bit. I found a new respect for the power of the ocean... and never became a fan of the "cruise" thing.