I’m not exactly sure how to feel as one of the millions of people watching Florence lumber toward us. Anxious? Terrified? Prepared to roll with whatever comes our way?

Maybe a combination of all three.

But I can’t think of a better way to pass the time than blogging random hurricane commentary. You’re welcome.

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T-man jokingly told his classmate he’d be surviving on Doritos – somebody (whoops!) may have forgotten to get bread at the store before every crumb got whipped off the shelves. She then texted him Wednesday night to ask if he was serious because her family has extra they can share. I’m torn between being appalled some family thinks I’m this incompetent and thrilled he has a classmate who cares enough to check.

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I’ve been watching the any-second-this-storm-will-officially-hit-our-shores coverage on the weather channel and there’s a reporter in New Bern reporting from the actual shoreline. The man can barely stand upright. Stuff keeps ripping off the tree above his head. What in the hell, people! Are you waiting for him to be swept out of frame before you let him come inside? And who decided he needed to stand directly under a tree, for heaven’s sake? The weather’s getting really bad. We believe you. Now can he just move indoors already? Sheesh.

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Watching the birds is weird. I thought they might disappear – you know, sense the storm and all that jazz. Instead they seem to be fueling up for whatever might show up in our area.

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I took Bear on my last minute storm supplies shopping trip because – well, because I just didn’t manage to get into the store before her volleyball game. Time management and all, what you gonna do? But listening to her in-store commentary was totally worth the extra junk in the cart.

  • Whoa, I’ve never seen it when all the fruit was gone.
  • Should we get stuff for a salad?
  • But isn’t the stove electric? [Girl. Flames come out when you turn it on. No.]
  • What do you mean, we have to wait to eat this stuff?
  • Mom. It’s a storm, we’re not gonna die. [Said as I picked up two bags of Chips Ahoy which should tell you everything you need to know about how often I buy them cookies. Bless.]

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The outer edge has reached the coast and I have to admit this satellite image is freaking me out. Giant swirling green/yellow/red monster that covers the entire freaking state. Umm…is it too late to drive to Indiana? How about Colorado? Colorado’s sounding pretty good right about now.

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I took down and stored the umbrella from our patio table today. I won’t lie, I feel like a total badass. It almost makes up for forgetting the bread. Almost.

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It’s mourning dove central out there. Six under the feeder, one sitting on top, nine lined up on the fence. It’s like watching old men gather to talk about the weather.

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And the first power outages have begun near the coast. I for reals need our power to stay on for several very important reasons.

  • Very little of that emergency stash food from the store is gluten-free friendly. My options for eating are drastically cut if we lose the fridge and freezer, and nobody at my house likes it when I’m food deprived. Pray for us.
  • Blogging is a huge stress reliever. Yes, I realize I can write in a notebook, but the responsible adult in me balks at wasting battery power on a blog hot spot. Nobody at my house likes it when I’m cut off from RFTM. Pray for us.
  • Life on a well means no power=no water. I think I’ve got water supplies set but nothing – and I mean nothing – makes me need to tinkle faster than knowing I can’t flush the commode. Pray for us and my ridiculously tiny bladder.