The 5am Advisory looks somewhat encouraging—slight degradation of storm and more shift to the east, putting the coast of Florida tentatively out of the cone of [del]silence[/del] uncertainty. Hopefully, the risk to Georgia and the Carolinas will likewise be lessened.
Earlier, one of the model spaghetti stands took a beeline right over our house (in Ponte Vedra), so my blood pressure downgraded to a category 1 with the latest update.
My dog, cat, daughters and I took refuge at a shelter during Hurricane Matthew. Don’t want to go through that hellish experience again. The shelter show runners did an admiral job, but boy howdy, a significant portion of guests were a showcase of Florida’s worst & dumbest.
Fights broke out. The cops and National Guard were called in. We were each allotted a 5’x2.5’ space on the bare floor. The lady in the space below me turned me in the authorities for my feet extending a couple inches into her space (hey, sorry for being 6’ tall in a 5’ space).
A guy with big, crazy eyes kept staring at my daughters, so I kept my eye on him.
A kooky bird lady and a criminal latched on to my daughters and I. They were neighbors with a history and hated each other. Bird Lady had a big Cockatoo in the pet room and complained constantly that they wouldn’t let her keep her bird in the people room—kept threatening to call the governor (who she knew personally) and get the shelter indicted for bird trauma or something.
The criminal (who Bird Lady said spent more time in prison, than out and once stabbed a man to death over some minor infraction) was perpetually drunk the entire 3 days. He cracked a joke about my legs (I was wearing shorts), but I let it slide. I figured it wasn’t in my best interest to instigate a drunk who once stabbed a man to death.
The shelter provided 3 meals per day—mini cinnamon pancakes, served cold after the power went off.
Some nimrod woke everyone at 2am singing and playing guitar. Most (sane) people bring necessities to a shelter. This guy brings his guitar, which he couldn’t play and sang worse than my cat yowling in heat.
They had a big screen TV set up in the room. The last thing we saw was St. Augustine (15 miles south of us) being flooded. Then the electricity went off (and stayed off for the following 2 days). We were in total darkness when the winds came and the roof started rattling. Bird Lady started crying about the fate of her bird. At least crazy eye guy couldn’t stare at my daughters any more. Guitar man broke into song. Who knows what criminal dude was up to—probably picking pockets.
Good times.
Heart goes out to the Bahamas and all affected by Dorian.