Well, it has been said ... the "H" word ... Hurricane.
It is gorgeous out .. blue skies, bright sunshine, a wee bit of wispy clouds here and there.
But apparently a storm is on its way and they named the damned thing.
I refuse to listen to the weather and will not care what the storms name is ... I just want to see sunshine and blue skies and not one tree falling, not one roof tile flying by or a girl with a little dog in her arms ..
I have no basement.
I have no storm cellar or shelter.
I do have many large windows and glass doors.
I will get in the car with the cats in their crate and sit in the car , in the garage and talk to the cats and make plans on where we want to live next.
You know, in all the years we lived in Buenos Aires, there was no hurricane. Not one tornado.
It snowed for a few minutes the first winter we were there and it was magical ...
Imagine, a public holiday, the parks full of happy people, cold and raw and grey ... then a snowflake fell. I told my husband and he laughed at me. Then he saw one. Then other people saw them. Then everyone saw them .. laughing, catching snowflakes on tongues, showing babies the snow .. it was the best ...
I can live without seeing snow in Florida.
I can live with heat and humidity.
I left the land of year- long winters with snow storm after snow storm.
But I cannot live with tornadoes... and I do not want to hear about hurricanes either.
Minette, go get your suitcase, bring Merlins too.