I would give you violets

Hurricaine Ophelia. Remember, all of us, that changing her mind is a lady's privilege. However I don't think that anyone supposed that a pseudo-feminine tropical storm would abuse the honour so flagrantly. Although the hurricaine has been directly aimed at my house for the past week or so, it has been hovering out at sea for just about as long. When it hasn't been hovering, it has been moving about 3mph in a wishy-washy fashion -- no pun intended.
Classes were cancelled for today through an email late last night. It rained that night for a little while, thrashing and everything, and I thought that we were finally in for it. An hour and a half later the rain stopped. This morning it was dry and sunny and lovely, later partially covered with a beautiful gray cloud blanket.
There's an emergency HAM Radio meeting this evening to discuss plans and stuff. Getting volunteers for the emergency communications station and planning evacuation routes. Although this area seems better prepared than what we have heard of the Katrina debaucle, there is definately some less than genuis at work as well. The evacuation place prepared is near or in a city by the name of Sea Level. Yes, a Coastal City called Sea Level. As in, the same level as the ocean. As in the worst, most stupid place to head towards during flooding.
Personally I think I will head away from the water if I see it heading this way. Preferably with a number of my personal belongings. But that's just me.

-- G 'Bye, Sonya --

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