Hurrricane Arthur blew threw Rhode Island yesterday and has since been demoted to a tropical storm. It’s the economy.
I remember, back in my young adulthood, when news of an approaching hurricane brought a prickly excitement. We’d make plans to meet somewhere for tropical drinks and dance parties. We might tape a glass window, because who needs that kind of downer in the middle of a great party, plus it added to the themed decor, and we made sure there was plenty of alcohol and snacks, but otherwise, we didn’t prepare much. In the north, where I come from, hurricanes tend to be a little tamer by the time they get here, with some exceptions. We all grew up preparing for nor’ easters, but hurricanes didn’t trouble us much.
Flash forward 30 years and hurricane patterns haven’t changed, but the routine has. Do we have batteries, have the gutters been cleared, are the drains working, have the lighter outdoor items been stored, do we have bottled water and food we can eat without cooking, does S want to come over and ride out the storm with us, did you know electricity can flow through the water, it can, I’m spending all day cleaning because if tomorrow is sunny, I’ll want to play, damn, we should have cut those old trees in the back, the lady next door will have a conniption if another one falls on her phone lines, hey do we have wine and beer….
I guess some things never change.