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September 3, 2004

Waiting for Frances

Hurricane Frances

Knocking on the back door...

I'm sure that hurricane Frances is boring everyone. She's certainly boring me.

We're waiting and waiting, and more waiting; but still Frances is just offshore, not close enough to do very much but annoy us, and moving in this general direction at a rate of 4 miles per hour. She's diminishing in intensity, and I'm wondering if she's going to blow herself out before she gets here. There's apparently some kind of upper level high that's shearing the storm from above. But there's still a chance she may intensify once she gets over the gulf stream.

I keep putting off one or two things until I'm absolutely certain that I'll need them. One board is still off the sliding glass doors; I'll set that up before I get to bed. There are still some things around the yard, less critical items. We're not going to experience that level of intensity here, I'm certain of it. The top wind speeds are only 110 mph. Frances is now a lowly category two, and her latitude is somewhere north of here, so there's only a remote chance the eye will reach landfall near here.

Am I disappointed? No. Am I tired and ready for it to be over? Yeah. I wish I could relax, but this is the perfect excuse to put things off, and even though I could be working, could be writing, could be cleaning up, I'm spending most of my time sitting here, at the PC, working at Ebay on the new store or messing with the Flash for Will's site. It's very easy for me to beat myself up over all the things I could be doing.

But, I went to a lovely 12 step meeting that I wound up chairing because none of the group members were there—getting ready for the storm, I guess. There were a number of people there, including a nationally known celebrity, so I can say that I chaired a meeting at which ******* shared. It really sucks having given a hug to someone of significant fame and not being able to tell anyone who it is.

No, it wasn't Rick James, silly, he's dead. But think that famous.

Satellite photograph stolen completely without permission from The National Weather Service

Posted by Bastique at September 3, 2004 11:22 PM

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