During hurricane season, we pretty much pay attention to all these weather fronts and pressure here and pressure there and currents here and currents there that help you predict the direction a storm is going to take and where it is projected to land. So by Friday's 5PM advisory, we knew we were in the clear.
But for us to be the clear, means that someone else is going to get pummeled. And this time, it was Haiti and Cuba. They are barely recovering from Gustav; a double whammy. That is the bad thing about hoping that the hurricane coming your way takes a turn -- it usually turns into someone else. And so I sit here with slight survivor's remorse. A slight sting of guilt lingers inside. It's not like I have the power to tell this storm where to go. None of this is logical. It's just that Ike didn't evaporate and when he comes out of Cuba, he's heading to the Gult Coast.
For those who might be interested in what it looks like to be in some sort of tropical weather, I took pictures of the weather outside my house when Gustav was passing by. Keep in mind it was in the afternoon when generally the sky is bright blue, the grass is a crisp green and well the clouds, if any, are a distant white.
My little camera doesn't do it justice. But honestly, it wasn't that bad. It's raining now. Ike is a good 200 miles away from us and we are "feeling" him. Granted, it's a little love pat of much needed rain.
But on to other subjects like Alberto's first day at daycare... More to come...
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