It looks like we’re in store for at least an entire day of overcast skies and more or less steady rain from the tropical storm out in the Gulf of Mexico. I love those rare mornings (at least in Florida) where the ambient light is the same at 8:00 AM as it was at 6:00 AM. When you wake up, you are not quite certain what time it is; your circadian rhythm is telling you one thing, but the day seems to be telling you another. On these days I wake up slowly and peacefully, and Magaidh and I spend some quality time snuggling up in the bed covers before I go to work. The atmosphere also reminds me of my beloved Highlands, though the temperature here may be twenty degrees warmer than the ideal.
It doesn’t look like the heart of the storm is going to come anywhere near Orlando, so I’m calling off the hurricane party. However, we should get some good intense downpours from Isaac; indeed, the first outer band of the tropical storm just went through (though the centre of the storm is currently in the Florida Straits). The rain is what I look forward to the most, so hopefully it will be a wonderfully dreary and wet several days as the storm moves through the Gulf of Mexico.
Just in case, after Holy Mass this morning, Fr. Vernoy prayed an oration and imparted a special blessing against foul and dangerous weather.
Gearing-up for my mental hurricane party! I hope the Republicans are ready in Tampa.
I love hurricanes (incidentally, the word is correctly pronounced “hur’-ǝ-kin”). The last few years, despite official predictions of many storms making landfall, there have been very few interesting (i.e. impactful in my environs) storms, and none so far this year.
But Tropical Depression Nine is looking good. The computer models have it coming over the Florida peninsula pretty much from south to north.
Interestingly enough, if things stay on track, the storm could wreak havoc with the Republican National Convention to be held in Tampa next week. What was that thing that Pat Robertson said about God visiting natural disasters on impenitent sinners? Perhaps the GOP has something — or Some One — else about which to worry than the Presidential campaign? If the storm does become a hurricane, it’s name will be Isaac. How biblical!