Ty rambling about the coming of the hurricane Dorian.

​  There something ominous about journaling as you wrap up your preparations for the "Most Catastrophic Storm to hit Florida. "… Have you ever woken up from a slumber to see the screen on your phone open to a map of the entire state of Florida covered by computer projected paths of the storm of the twenty-first century? 


I have.

Even the Ai has enough intelligence to know, this is bad. Meanwhile, all you can do as a resident is clean up your stuff, discard what you can before the storm and stock up and prep for a spontaneous camp out at home. It might be wet. There will be flooding, Our yards are already spongy from the daily afternoon summer rains. We (as a family) have volunteered to stay. Crystal has stepped up at Disney and is on the Hurricane Ride out team. I think it's just a big sleepover in the Magic Kingdom when all the guests are swooshed away. Awesome. Am I right? The boys have their safe places away from here. They are covered and good. Being the dedicated "lifeline" and support for them, and they I… Alamo and I will be hunkered down here in our little lake hood.

The Lake Hood. Hurricanes stir up airflow patterns and energy waves of all kinds on this planet. Far, far from their central locations. For instance, in my neighborhood. An old independent little collection of 30 or so homes just off the parkway. A 13/4 road slips down off the expressway and into our lakeside hood. It's the first land to be developed off of an old family-owned orange grove on this lake. I live in the house built for the family's Great Grandmother after they sold the farm. It's a cute little place. Our little campground on the lake. We are on a well water system. City Sewage for use Septc for most. Our water is the best. We have giant Oaks and Palms and a few hardwoods I don't know, particularly, but we have trees. Trees that drape over our little curb-less roads, trees that shade our lawns, trees that are entangled with our power lines and cable communications. This Lake-hood always loses power in big storms. The bad news, we are all on wells that run on electricity. Supposedly, because of this, we are prioritized by energy companies to get running first. Although two years ago, with Maria, we witnessed something different. I suspect the same will happen again this time. I'm expecting a week or so of no power.

Because of this collective hardship experience that our little Lake-hood endures together, the coming of a Hurricane creates an odd social neighborhood clean up. You'll tend to see more of your "to themselves neighbors," (myself included, out more.) We are all just tightening up the edges of our properties. Finding a secure place for everything or discarding it before the storm. I think we're all gonna be cleaning up after one another and for one another in a few days from now. So, we see each other and wave. Often banter about the storm of 2017, or what have you. Collectively we openly offer assistance, the loan of a chain saw for trimming what we can. Before the storm does it for us. The older original neighborhood settlers, provide storm tips for the newer families here. I remember when we moved here. It was the Saturday before Maria hit. Our new neighbor across the street introduced himself and offered an extension cord t his generator and without missing a beat, said "Hi I'm so and so. Welcome to our quiet lake-hood. You'er going to lose power next week. Keep a line to this cord, and you can have electricity from my generator. "

I'm confident that all the neighborhoods are just like mine. So that leads me up to currently. Attached is a screen shot of the storms current projected path. I circled our little lake-hood and in there is our little campground/lake-house. Like I mentioned; first, there's something ominous about journaling between bouts of clean up piddling around the property as you wait for the "storm of the Century" to come crawling at a torturous pace. It slowly grows and collects itself just before it wields the powers of God and the Universe upon Mar-A-Lago. Then I invite Dorian to come to Disney World and celebrate the storms pounding of karma.

​"Come to Mar-A-Lago Dorian! Then when you're done releasing your fury, come to Disney World and see the Star Wars area. It'll be swell."