September 16, 1999
Once again I stayed at home, this time prevented not by the job search but the wild winds and lashing rains of Hurricane Floyd. I also woke up late and when I looked outside at the sheets of water, I decided that I really did not want to be going anywhere near the Potomac River today, especially not at high tide which was due to occur at about half past one this afternoon.
No thank you, thought I, and proceeded to spend a quiet day, safely ensconced indoors. I worked a bit on some web sites, puttered about with the documentation files for the now defunct project at work and let the job search rest a little bit, since I landed three interviews, two for tomorrow and one for Monday.
The rest of the day I spent watching the hurricane blow with intermittent force outside my windows. The crab-apple tree outside of the study was particularly fascinating in that respect, as the wind tossed its head about, revealing glimpses of bright red fruit and the pale undersides of the green leaves like a painter dashing colors onto a canvas.
The parking lot was a wading pool for most of the day. I watched people coming and going off and on, huddled into their rain gear, clasping tight the handles of their umbrellas as they scurried from car to stairwell and stairwell to car.
The clouds were low and grey, scudding across the sky at high speeds, roiling and toiling in a mix of shades, both light and dark. I flipped on the television to check the weather alerts, but found nothing alarming and curled up in my quilt on the couch to watch the clouds go by.
Other areas have not fared so well of course. There is flooding all around the area that my parents live in and of course, North Carolina was very badly hit. As I sit here safe and warm on relatively high ground, I only hope and pray that all those in the affected areas will come through it all unharmed and with minimal damage to their worldly goods.
When Sabs got home, I was feeling a little bit under the weather so to speak and despite the dismally low balance in our account, begged an outing to Fuddrucker's for hamburgers. After all, we can get a full meal for two there, for under twenty bucks and in my state of mind, giving up a lunch or two this week was worth it simply to get cheered up.
And it worked. We ate our burgers and talked a blue streak and I came home in a happier frame of mind. This more upbeat mood saw me throwing all the windows open to let the gusts of hurricane wind into the apartment to chase out the stale conditioned air that has resided in here for far too long.
There is something exhilarating about a strong, sturdy gust of wind that whips through and cleanses everything. It makes my blood race and my heart sing, despite the killing danger of the storm.