Well, here we go. We are definitely not going to get out of this one unscathed. Although it's impossible to tell exactly where Hurricane Michael is going to "hit" as we call it, that doesn't really matter because it's going to probably be a Category 3 storm when it does which means wind speeds of 111-129 miles per hour and let me just say- oh god. That's so scary. That's tree-snapping, tree-uprooting, roof-lifting, frame-crumbling, power-lines-turned-into-spaghetti scary.
Even Rob Nucatola looks concerned and Jim Cantore is in Apalachicola.
And yet, I feel strangely calm. Talk to me tomorrow and let's see how I feel then. I could just be disassociating which is fine with me.
I went to town today to get supplies. The line of cars getting gas at Costco went all the way to the road which is a long way. All of the gas stations had long lines. I suppose this is because we may need to evacuate although probably not. The coastal counties are starting to issue orders though. I saw those lines and I said, "Nope. Whatever I got is good enough."
I went to a liquor store. I bought vodka. There was no line whatsoever which made me feel a little weird.
Then I went to Publix where I wandered around like a zombie and it appeared that everyone else was too. I bought stupid stuff like broccoli. I don't even like broccoli so I'm cooking it tonight to get it over with. I bought a Family Sized can of Campbell's tomato soup and two little silver cans of Le Sueur sweet young small English peas. Mr. Moon hates them but they were already on my list because I love them and eat them when he's out of town and by god, if we go starving he'll EAT THOSE PEAS AND BE HAPPY ABOUT IT! I got tortilla chips. I got Wheat Thins. I got beer. They were running low on beer but they had enough. They were out of bottled water though. I suppose I'll just fill up all my big pots and pitchers and the bathtub and hope that the Jefferson County water system has plenty of back-up generators or whatever it is they use if the electricity goes out. I also got a bag of cat food because I don't want Jack to kill and eat me if things get truly dire. We have eggs. I got five today alone.
I have bread and cheese as well as a lot of venison in a freezer. Mr. Moon is working with the generator right now. And he's moved vehicles around the yard so they are not directly under trees. Tomorrow I'll move porch plants to the wall. We're also supposed to move and secure things like outdoor furniture so that chairs and tables don't come flying through the windows. I have an old-fashioned percolator that Lis gave me that I can make coffee in on the gas stove. I have a ton of coffee. We have flashlights and batteries galore. The generator is sufficient for lights and a fan and to charge phones and to power the kitchen refrigerator and the freezer in the garage for a few hours at a time to keep everything cold and/or frozen. Hopefully. I have a landline which does not need charging.
Mr. Moon just informed me that he cannot find two full tanks of propane which he swears we have somewhere and that if he can't find them he's going to go to town to find some there. The generator runs on propane.
I live in a house which is 159 years old. It is built of heart pine and has survived many storms. It's two stories tall so if a huge branch falls off one of our massive oak trees onto the house, we have that extra protection. All of my kids seem to be safe and secure. We texted back and forth all day long like this:
Lis called and invited us to come and stay with them. They live closer to the middle of the state. I love her for that. Among about a million other reasons.
Dearie showed up again this afternoon. She was on the bird feeder, her favorite place to eat. Jungle Fowl/Wild Bird seed.
I hope that wherever she is nesting is hurricane proof. Like in the garage and not in a damn tree. Speaking of the garage, Mr. Moon just found the propane tanks behind his daddy's boat which is in the garage.
Yesterday a friend of mine posted pictures of her just-baked no-knead bread and it looked so amazing that I mixed some up myself this afternoon. I figure I can get it baked before the storm.
Well, that's how we do it.
Time to go roast the broccoli and bake the sweet potatoes.