Hurricane Florence – Finally It Rains

Dearest Readers:

I suppose I should report, it looks like Hurricane Florence finally visited Charleston. We’re getting rain now. Looks like it has been a nice soaker – just like a normal rainy day. The winds are dancing on the tree branches just like a normal day when we have rain.

I haven’t been outside yet, but I will in a moment. Neither have I listened to the latest news broadcast about Hurricane Florence. I did get a news alert about a ‘possible shooting in North Charleston’ so I suppose things are returning to normal now. I was hoping the violence would leave the Charleston low country permanently.

Florence is being kind to Charleston, SC. All is fine. All this hoopla, mandatory evacuation and panic from others who’ve never been in a hurricane, for me, I found it slightly humorous! I’ve been in at least five hurricanes. Hurricane Hugo. Hurricane Danny – I think he brushed the low country. Hurricane Floyd. An unnamed tropical storm that teased Charleston, and now, Hurricane Florence.  We were blessed. Never did the lights flicker. As I glance outside, my lawn looks normal. Nice and wet, but normal.

We haven’t had mail delivery in two days. I haven’t a clue when it will be delivered, but I’m hopeful my order from will arrive before my Bratty Boys run out of food. All the WalMarts are closed! Isn’t it funny? No. It isn’t. We live in a hurricane prone area, so we must be prepared!

Last night when I turned the Weather Channel off so I could attempt sleep, I heard five people were killed during Hurricane Florence. A mother and an infant killed when a tree crashed into their home. The father was rescued and rushed to the hospital. Someone died from hooking up a generator, and a woman had a heart attack and died. I haven’t heard anything about the fifth loss of life and I pray there are not additional victims. For the families affected, I am so sorry for your loss, especially for the loss of a mother and infant. Suppose we’ll hear more about those stories later.

Looks like all the residents of South Carolina can inhale…exhale…and breathe now! I suppose this is Day Six of Florence. I think she likes Charleston. To all who were in the eyes of Florence, I do hope you are safe now and realize life is slowly returning to ‘normal.’

This is the first hurricane I’ve actually slept well in. Normally, I get so tense and horrified I do not sleep. Not this time. I’ve prayed and prayed, placing everything in the hands of God. Thank you, God. All is fine!arthur-ravenel-jr-bridge



Hurricane Florence – Awaiting, Day Five

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Today is Day Five of anticipating Hurricane Florence. Now, she’s downgraded to a Category One storm.

While looking out my window moments ago, I saw gusty winds. The trees were not dancing an elegant ballet, just an unchoreographed, erratic dance with the branches of trees moving around like an outraged dancer attempting a performance, or a hawk flying over looking for its next prey! Moments ago, the wind gusted. Now, it’s a simple, soft wind, where my pine trees are not moving at all. The mimosa trees sways with the wind. Now, there’s another gust, not nearly as active and unpredictable as the stronger gusts.

It’s only a matter of time now before we feel the hurricane. I suppose Florence wanted to make her debut into Charleston like a talented artist with only one showing, or maybe she did not want to fight the congested traffic of the low country. Who knows?

Much to my surprise, last night I slept well once again. I awoke a bit after 4:00am, deciding to get up and walk around the house to check on the arrival of Florence. Everything was quiet. All of the neighborhood appeared to be asleep. I opened the back door, to find nothing different. Quiet. Peaceful. So nice. So, I went back to bed after turning on channel 362, The Weather Channel.

Apparently, Hurricane Florence really likes North Carolina. Her twirling winds and rain were pounding the State of North Carolina. For those of you who believe hurricanes “only happen on the coast. Inland is safe.” You must understand, hurricanes hitting the southeast coastline turn inward. Hugo – went to Charlotte. Matthew – went inland to Georgia. We had hotel reservations in Georgia. The hotel would allow my dogs! When I discovered the predictions of heading ‘inland in Georgia,’ I cancelled those reservations, choosing to stay home! We were safer here than Georgia! Never did we lose power.

Looks like the gusting winds are back. Most of my trees appear to be strong. We haven’t had much rain in September, so I suppose when we get rains, the trees will guzzle lots of water, only to allow it to remain on the grounds for a while.

And so today, I return to listen to the latest predictions on the Weather Channel while I glance out the windows to watch occasional winds gusting around my trees. Yesterday, I saw a few birds, including an erratic hawk while we drove to a restaurant that was open.

I suppose I was in the mood to have a cocktail — oops, looks like I was a ‘naughty girl,’ drinking three kahlua and creams while my hubby sipped Diet Coke. Oh well. Sometimes, I must let my hair down to enjoy life, even if a hurricane-is-a-comin!’

Stay tuned! More Later!