Landfall...? Looks like Dock 99 1/2, again.
Today I found a great little classical-styled private school, Pre-K through 12th, initially thinking it would be perfect for my littlest one, but becoming more interested for the older two as we toured the campus. Both the older ones were eager to spend the day there tomorrow on a trial run. Then someone mentioned that Ivan appeared to be heading straight for Boca Grande. What to do? I hate to put them in, get their hopes up and then yank them out. Ivan could turn and miss us altogether, but if it hits here as a Category 5, we're done. We'd have to go back to Hollywood or Fort Lauderdale and start from scratch. (Hey, wasn't I just saying I could easily leave everything behind on the west coast? I should shut up.)
After the school visit we dropped by Target, where I wanted to buy some deep plastic bins to transfer our photo albums into, as the cardboard boxes they've been stored in the past few years are collapsing and filthy. Everyone else had the same idea. I ended up with the last five bins, four mismatched lids, three tape rolls, two bags of kitty litter and one bag of pet bedding. (Kinda like "The Twelve Days of Christmas.")
Last time, as we raced across the state barely ahead of Charley, we expected to return and find two vacant lots. We only had time to grab whatever was in arms' reach as we flew out the door. Out of sight, out of mind. This is harder, having a few days to decide what to take and what to say goodbye to.
Anybody else tired of hearing about hurricanes?
Post Script: The link above shows continually updated info and it now looks like the 5:00 PM, 5-Day Forecast Track has it tracking a little farther north...
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