Ok seriously - she’s not even a hurricane. I’ve taken more violent showers. I’m tempted to go perform an entire rendition of singing in the rain so everyone who has “hunkered down” in their living rooms will have something intersting to watch. Instead I’m heading out to dinner.
Living in Florida makes you a human barometer. You can smell rain within 10 minutes of accuracy despite that the other side of the street stays bone dry during your afternoon downpour. You are a Floridian when your hurricane supplies include beer and you laugh off anything that isn’t a category 4. You suspect but cannot prove that Home Depot and Energizer batteries have a special hurricane commercial deals and newscasters get a bonus for inducing panic. You have used the term “hunker down”. You stopped carrying an umbrella because the rain will be over in a few moments. Pantyhose have been outlawed by your boss as cruel and unusual punishment. Cuban politics leave you deeply confused. Tap water is VERY clean but tastess like feet. Camping season doesn’t begin until October. You don’t own socks.
I am still a New Yorker in many ways, and plan to go home in a few years when its time to start having kiddos. I will miss the thunderstorms. I will miss flipflops being appropriate footwear all season. I might even miss the hurricanes. To my Florida friends - I wish you lots of laughs over board games and beers during tonights drizzle. XO
Once, twice, 3 times a tropical storm…
Suzy
Suzy
August 21st, 2008