I’ve got a really nervous feeling brewing in my gut.This does not look very nice to me. In case you’re too lazy to click, that’s the projected path of the Category 4 storm, Hurricane Lili. I’m smack dab in the center of that path. Winds are expected to reach 150 mph inland. Storm surge may reach a whopping 20 feet. The director of the National Hurricane Center is comparing it to 1959’s Hurricane Audrey, a devasting storm that took the lives of 390 people and is still talked about by the locals.
I know what you’re thinking: “Sounds like a good day for a lovely Oklahoma vaction, neutron star!” Nope, not quite. My wife is a nurse and she’ll be needed here. I’m not going anywhere without her. AFAIK, they still haven’t ordered the evacuation of my parish (county) yet. They did, however, order the evacuation of Iberia Parish, just 15 miles south of here. Not a very comforting thought.
I was still kind of in denial about it this morning. I figured it would veer off path like that storm a week ago. Doesn’t look like it. It really hit home when I turned on the Weather Channel this afternoon and saw one of their on-the-scene, national reporters talking about a large “swath of destruction” that he luckily wouldn’t be there to see. While reporting, he was standing on the side of a street just a mile from where I live. The only cool thing about this was that I was able to call my grandma in Pennsylvania and say “Hey, turn on the Weather Channel. See that Outback Steakhouse in the background? I ate there last week!”
On the way home from an extra short night at work tonight, I stopped at the usually 24 hour Wal-Mart Supercenter, which closed at 8 tonight. Apparently, half the city beat me to it. Shelves were barren. No meat. No water. Very little bread. The only chips in the whole store were four bags of sweet potato flavored nastiness.
I was, however, able to secure one of the last flashlights - a $20 Maglight. Normally, I’d be pissed off at having spent that much on a flashlight (not to mention $5 each for candles). Tonight I’m grateful. I also filled up at one of the very few gas stations in town that still had gas left. They only had 92 octane for $1.50/gal, but, again, I was grateful.
Damn, I’m nervous. Cross your fingers for me, gang. Come this time tomorrow, I may be underwater.