, you are so blasť about hurricanes! I am a quivering mess before one. I cry when I leave my horses, wondering if I will ever see them again, and lie awake all night, praying and listening to the wind and rain lashing the house. I hope you are safe and get through it OK.
I also am praying very hard for the folks in NC and SC. I feel so bad for them.
Don't know that it's blasť. I made a conscious decision to move into a place nicknamed Typhoon Alley. Knowing that, we built sturdily, and on high ground. Our hooved stock have the freedom to roam a wooded pasture much larger than I could ever dream of having back stateside. I've followed the trails they've made into the sheltered places in the bamboo. I trust their instincts.
I also remember my grandmother, who lived in South Florida. She shrugged hurricanes off nonchalantly. This was the same lady who chased an alligator from under her car back into the canal with a broom. My dad scolded her for it over the phone.
"Mama, you're 90 years old! You shouldn't be doing that!"
"It was just a little one. Only about 5 feet long."
But, we came out OK. It made landfall about 2:00AM. Predictably, we lost power almost immediately. It came back on about 6:00PM tonight. The eye tracked north of us. We got mostly wind all night, and rain all day today. No damage to our house in town, nor to any of our immediate neighbors.
The only damage on the ranch was the roof on the lightly built outdoor kitchen. That's a simple repair. Haven't yet heard how folks in the direct path of the storm fared.
Hoping that folks in the Carolinas come off as well.