It’s late on this Thursday, and we’re staring at a wall of hell coming at us on the radar. It’s always more sinister looking than it is (well, I guess in my case). Tell that to those who’ve had their properties destroyed by straight-line winds and tornadoes.
I’ve been through my fair share of dicey storms. This one coming at us should be hitting any minute, but won’t last long. Living in Florida for nearly ten years now, I’ve learned that these ‘cold front storms’ pack a punch, but the rough stuff lasts only a few minutes. Usually about an hour from start to finish for the rain event. Regardless, it’s always a bit nerve-wracking seeing you location dot on the cusp of the red/purple color.
But it’s our dog Savannah that knows what’s up first. I swear she can smell a storm hours before it sets in. And when it does, she couldn’t be more terrified. It makes me think she’s either a big wuss, or suffers from PTSD in her puppy years. We rescued these dogs at an early age (actually, I saved her from under a bush during a monsoon storm – so I just answered my own question). Of course she’s terrified of storms. I’ll save that story for another blog post. It’s pretty incredible and it’s the reason we have two, instead of one dog.
Regardless, we’re settling in. Bella is crashed out and the dogs are snuggled in on the couch. We live in a condo, so I’m much happier about the backup generator situation and the hurricane proof glass. This wasn’t always the case. But we’re already seeing cranes down and trees on top of mobile homes. My heart goes out to those people. Nobody should be worrying about getting injured, or killed by a big tree falling on them. I hope they’re okay.
Wish us luck. It’ll be over before we know it.
