Saturday, August 27, 2011
Local radio stations are more annoying than the TV coverage I saw (without sound) at work the past few days. The only difference is that the commercials on radio are selling mostly hurricane related items. Generators, sump pumps, top the list. It's all hype and little substance.
Why am I alone? Well, because that's the way it is. Sure company would be nice - and welcomed - but it is what it is and I am OK, so please don't fret about it. If you're lucky enough to be surrounded by friends and family I am happy for you and wish you well through this difficult time.
The car is off the street, on the slightly raised driveway nestled between the apartment building and the garage of the house next door. It ain't much, but it's available. (click the image above to embiggen, if you must, it's only a car, after all.) While I doubt the storm surge will be high enough to cause great damage, that too, is out of my control.
The other tenants are gone, especially the young yuppies with the baby. I was afraid they might be dumb enough to ride it out. My place is sandwiched between the front and rear of the building and probably the most sheltered so, yes, I feel somewhat safe here.
The rain and wind intensify.