Hurricane Jeanne is gathering speed, gathering strength, and heading right towards us, again. It is projected to make landfall in the Treasure Coast area, of which I am located at the heart. Once again, like Frances just 3 weeks ago, the eye is projected to go over us sometime on Sunday morning -- exactly 3 weeks since the last time.
We just finished putting all our patio and porch furniture back outside, and now it all has to come in again. Our roof has 6 rolls of felt paper nailed over the shingles as an emergency dry-in until it can be replaced -- I don't expect that to last. I'm sure we'll lose power again (it was off 9 days the last time), but at least the motor home is still parked outside to provide generator power, and it's full of gas and 1/2 full of propane. At least we don't have to board up our windows again, because we have hurricane resistant film on the windows, but if the storm gets up to category 4 they won't protect us. It's not expected to get above a weak category 3 (about 115 MPH), but who knows until it happens.
We haven't even had the insurance adjustor out to our commercial building, yet, from Frances.
This is getting very weary. I especially feel for Chucko, because it looks like it will be heading for his Polk County location for the THIRD time.
There is a certain deadpan acceptance this time -- everyone is just walking around with long faces and wondering what will hit us next. It's almost like a community of zombies who know they have to protect themselves but are just going through the motions.
Not fun. Sorry I sound so depressing, but, dang it, I'm depressed.
We just finished putting all our patio and porch furniture back outside, and now it all has to come in again. Our roof has 6 rolls of felt paper nailed over the shingles as an emergency dry-in until it can be replaced -- I don't expect that to last. I'm sure we'll lose power again (it was off 9 days the last time), but at least the motor home is still parked outside to provide generator power, and it's full of gas and 1/2 full of propane. At least we don't have to board up our windows again, because we have hurricane resistant film on the windows, but if the storm gets up to category 4 they won't protect us. It's not expected to get above a weak category 3 (about 115 MPH), but who knows until it happens.
We haven't even had the insurance adjustor out to our commercial building, yet, from Frances.
This is getting very weary. I especially feel for Chucko, because it looks like it will be heading for his Polk County location for the THIRD time.
There is a certain deadpan acceptance this time -- everyone is just walking around with long faces and wondering what will hit us next. It's almost like a community of zombies who know they have to protect themselves but are just going through the motions.
Not fun. Sorry I sound so depressing, but, dang it, I'm depressed.
