It's Saturday afternoon and I feel like I'm watching a chilling rerun of "The Day After Tomorrow." Hurricane Irene (and the shakers in California) are keeping me on edge. I did predict a Category 5 would hit the Atlantic Seaboard this year--I was wrong, sort of. Irene was a 3 downgraded to a 2 and now a 1--but the flooding potential I sense is going to be historical (I did note this hurricane would go down in history). And yes, New York City is a mega concern of mine and I can see (psychic girl here) water, water, water and mega power outages. (Been there, done that in December at Tahoe in a snowstorm for three days. I felt like the character Sam in the sci-film while I wore a hooded sweatshirt, jeans, and sat by the fireplace with a huge, crackling fire. I felt isolated not being plugged into the world.)
One more thing: The saturated ground from previous rain and the New Moon/High Tides are making this a set up for the "perfect storm"... So, is the media blowing this storm out of proportion? Not sure. But if I lived on the East Coast I'd be in prepared mode as I was during our Angora Fire in 2007; 7.1 World Series quake in 1989; Santa Cruz Mountain flooding in 1982...And yeah, I've been hitting the crunchy peanut brittle (again) and Zen--my seismically sensitive Siamese-mix just jumped up on my lap. It's 81 degrees! Worse, it feels like earthquake weather outdoors.
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