What a difference a week makes. This time last Wednesday, I was finishing putting everything inside and battening down the hatches for Alex’s onslaught. Fortunately, she grazed us rather than hit us head on like Dolly did two years ago.
But no matter how hard or little the hit, the preparation is always the same—all the yard art, flowers, benches, patio furniture…and the list goes on, has to come in, and then it has to go right back out, after the clean up. If this next storm the weather channel keeps talking about heads this way, feel free to contact me for a great buy on a beach home!!
I am writing this wearing my new “I Survived ALEX” T-shirt, which promises to shrink to child size proportions on the first wash, but I had to add it to my collection of “I survived Brett,” and “I survived Dolly.” Not that I want to be a collector of such memorabilia—it’s just a cheap souvenir besides achy muscles and pinched fingers from falling shutters.
Before I lived at the coast I rarely thought about hurricanes, but I do remember that when they added boy names to the list, I thought that was taking political correctness to the extreme, and I remain staunch about that fact.
Now, it’s gotten much more complicated with so many of the names selected being acceptable names for either sex. Therefore, I called ALEX a ‘she’ because I have a great niece named Alex (who at around three years old was eerily similar to a CAT 5 hurricane), and the weather channel called Alex a ‘he.’ How confusing is that? The girl Alexes of the world should stand up and demand equal attention, but please not on the Gulf Coast!!