I am tropically depressed. Stupid Gustav was supposed to come all the way to Texas as a tropical depression and I was going to have my very first hurricane ever. It was perfect, too, because he wouldn’t be super powerful so he wouldn’t really hurt anyone, just blow lots of trees around and make leaves go flying.
Since Thursday I have been stalking Weather Underground. (Well, Brother had been helping…mostly telling me where to look and then explaining the symbols.) On Thursday I really got my hopes up because at that time it said it would be Category 1 when it got here…but by Friday I realized that was never going to happen.
FIVE of my immediate family members (on the Laird side) have their very own hurricanes. I am so jealous.
Andrew (but his was so bad that it got retired in 1992) was replaced by Alex, but Alex isn’t due to come around again until 2010. Josephine (Joey’s arch-femesis) is brewing up in the Atlantic right now, and Laura is probably going to pop up in a week or two. Douglas wound up being really disappointing earlier this year…we figured a storm named after Pops would at least reach hurricane strength, but it fizzled at Tropical Storm status. Poor dad. Maybe in 10 years.
I’ve actually traveled towards a hurricane and it was scary!
Not as bad as a tornado, but still pretty frightening. We were without electricity and running water for nearly two days! Luckily, we had stocked up on supplies to keep us busy the night before and I was lovingly crowded into a hotel suite with 5 of my closest friends. Good times!