Hanna is supposed to pay us a visit this weekend. While I should be concerned, I’m not. The first year I moved to North Carolina, a category three hit us. There wasn’t much damage where I lived. I couldn’t say the same for other parts of the Triangle Area.
So what am I doing right now as I await the “tropical storm”? I’m sitting here on the couch and writing my blog instead of stocking up on milk and bread. I kid you not. It’s like everyone south of the Mason-Dixon line runs to the grocery store when there’s even a threat of bad weather. What people fail to forget is that the last tropical storm that blew through did most of it’s damage at Crabtree Valley Mall and the surrounding buildings. Thosepeople need to be afraid. The rest of us? Not so much. I’ve got brownies, milk, tons of TBR books, and Bourbon Chicken to keep me company for the night. 😉 A power outage will piss me off, but it won’t take away from my reading pleasure.
The only thing I can say about living in hurricane alley is to keep your eye on the weather and pay attention to the news reports. Other than that, panicking about it won’t get you anywhere. If this were Hurricane Ike, then I’d be worried. As a tropical storm? Not so much. My flashlights have plenty of batteries and my grill is ready to go.
All in all, I wouldn’t trade my Hurricane Alley for the Lake Effect Snows of central NY for anything in the world. That stuff lasts for days, whereas the rain lasts a few hours. That I can handle.