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You'd think I would have figured out something was up when I suggested to a friend that we take the kids to the park for a play date tomorrow, and she replied, “Sure, if we don’t get blown away first!” And then laughed.

“Yeah, right,” I said, laughing too, although I had no idea what she was talking about.

Maybe I should have caught on when I picked Sam up from preschool, and his teacher made a point of telling me that when the public schools close, the nursery school also closes. This information was also printed out in large, bold faced font on a flyer in Sam’s cubby.

“Okay,” I said, still clueless.

No, it wasn’t until George called, and left a frantic, “Where are you? And why haven’t you been answering your cell phone?” message, that it began to dawn on me that something was up.

And, big surprise, that something is a hurricane. And it's headed straight at us. Yes, another hurricane. In fact, the seventh one to hit Florida since we moved here a little over two years ago.

Sigh.

At least I got to go to the grocery store during the HORDE!! PANIC!! rush, which is always fun. Right up there with waiting in line at the gas station for forty minutes. Maybe if I’m very, very lucky I’ll get to go to the Home Depot this evening, and fight over the last few sheets of plywood.

Posted 28 August 2006 at 03:09 PM