Ok. So I wrote a couple of bad things about G-o-d. And OK, I admit I could have been a bit nicer to the Christians. But jeez, do I deserve to get a hurricane thrown at me!? The bloody thing is barreling right at little old Bermuda. We’re such a small dot in the big Atlantic that you would think that NOTHING could ever hit us. Just look at today’s 5 PM tracking map and computer models. I don’t think the G-o-d-s are happy with me!
This is a big storm. The only saving grace (pardon the religious cliché) is that Florence is not as well organized as it could be. But, it still may be a category 2 by the time it gets here.
So, we have our activities for tomorrow all planned out. First, batten down all the shutters. Then, take in all the outdoor furniture. Josée has way too many pot plants out there that all need storing away. We already have batteries, paraffin lamp oil and plenty of water and canned food. We’ll make sure the cell phones are charged up and I’ll start up the old generator. Got to get some gas for it...and spare oil. The pool needs shocking and the garbage bins need to be secured. The new mega-BBQ that Josée bought at a charity auction needs to go into the guesthouse but I’m not sure it will fit. In any case, it may be too heavy to lift. Where are my kids when I need them? Will my SMART CAR blow away? It only weighs 800kg. And what about the soft-top? How will that resist 90knot winds?
The only thing I look forward to tomorrow is dinner at Waterloo House with Josée…it’s her birthday Sunday but everything is likely to be shut then because of Florence. After dinner, we’ll walk home and admire the power of nature…and I may regret ever having posted that piece about you know who.
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