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Weather or not
Frances thumped our butt last night.
Nothing to the degree that Florida got I'm sure, but we lost power around midnight, trees down, the interstates are impassable north of here, schools are closed, and flood warnings are out statewide.
When the power went out my fan died. My CPAP died. RZ piled in the bed. The dogs were running around like rats on acid, and Les was pacing the house. Sleepless.
Leslie, being the junior closet wannabe meterologist that she is, has been watching this storm as soon as it left the Cape Verde Islands off the coast of Africa. She's been giving me regular Tropical Updates on Frances now for weeks. She predicted the path of this "mean muthah" long before any of those computer models had a clue. She woke me up one night last week just to tell me that she couldn't sleep because of all of the devastation that hurricane was going to cause (and to ask me to fix her a fried egg sandwich).
Now she tells me that "IVAN IS ON THE HORIZON!" with the same emphasis and drama that Jim Cantore would.
There aren't many people that can use the term "occluded front" in a conversation and actually know what the hell that means. She really missed her calling.
9/7/2004 07:56:23 AM
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