Well, he certainly is taking his sweet time. Threatening to throw chaos into countless lives, including mine. You know who I’m talking about. That Dorian. Dorian, supposedly a unisex name, although there is no record of any female being named Dorian since 1880. That may change if a baby is conceived during this event. You know how that goes.
Today, I am 72. How the hell did that happen? I guess the important thing is that it did. Grateful for that. Fifty years ago, I thought people in their 70s were all senile and decrepit. Ahhh….youth can be pretty ignorant. What did I know? Not much. And, now, getting out of bed can be a bit of an adventure, but I can’t wait to start a new day!
This was my East Coast Florida week. I couldn’t wait to go back to Neptune Beach, a little north of Jax Beach. I love that place…great food, great music, and best of all the oceanside room. Is there anything better than being lulled to sleep by those waves crashing in rhythm?
Dorian was just sitting there like a bump on a log out in the Caribbean so we were packed and set to go. Just looked like rain and a little wind to me. I called the hotel Sunday to check in only to be told we would be the only guests there. Okay, I’m fine with that. Visions of being pampered and having every need attended to.
Two hours later, I got an urgent phone call and countless emails telling me not to come and if I’m on my way to turn around and find another place to stay. They were being evacuated. OMG! I cannot tell you how bummed BH was. Why? Because he really wanted to experience a hurricane.
A few years ago, we were supposed to go to a destination wedding in Montego Bay with a hurricane threatening to break up the happy party. He went. I stayed home. I do not do hurricanes. The day he got there they shut down the hotel and he got the last seat out on the last flight out. He had really wanted to stay.
Next came the call from Expedia telling me St. Augustine Beach was also evacuated. Dadgummit!! I have not been to St. Augustine in 60 years and really wanted to relish in its history, which, of course, I would not have been able to do this week anyway.
As you are probably well aware, I had already handed over my money to Expedia and even though Dorian had canceled my nights, Expedia was not handing back my money. What to do? What to do? Where else would you like to go, they implored. Hmmm…I’ve always wanted to go back to Marco Island to explore that area. I can always pretend to be a muckety muck.
Are you watching the weather channel? Every three hours, there’s a “new” report. BH thinks
it’s the best job in the world…you can be consistently wrong and keep you job. Me? I would go crazy trying to think of a different way to say the same thing over and over. Especially with this storm which is the slowest moving storm ever. Whoever heard of a storm moving a 1 mile per hour? At this rate, it’ll end up in Boston for Christmas!
So, tomorrow, we leave for Marco for a couple of nights on the water albeit west coast water, whose waves are not going to lull me to sleep. But, we will eat, drink, be merry and love our happy birthday visit!
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