Weather Worries
Only two weeks into the hurricane season, and we’ve already had our first named storm in the Gulf. This causes me some distress. The stress comes from uncertainty. If someone could tell me exactly how many storms there would be and where and when they would hit, I would be fine with living in a hurricane zone.
That doesn’t happen. Instead, we receive vague information. I sit glued to the T.V. watching the weather man. I got to know all of their names during last year’s hurricane season. They show a cone that is supposed to show the general path of the storm. Then they show a map with a lot of random lines that mean nothing to the average person. A storm could jog north or south. It could weaken or strengthen. It could flood you out. It could blow your house away. How can I prepare?
I organized hurricane kits for everyone in the family. I packed them with flashlights, batteries, clothes, water, food, and toilet paper (in case we run out of food). I thought we needed true survival food, so I got beef jerky and trail mix. The true survivors always have trail mix.
There are no good closets for me to hide in in our apartment. I’ve tested them out. They’re all too small and too packed with stuff. I’m just going to have to tough it out and act like an adult. While I’m an excellent actress, I don’t excel at adulthood. I’m just going to have to give it a try.
