[Mari]

Waves,

I am doing laundry and delaying packing.

During the storm, dad went for a walk to "check the neighborhood".

it's a frequent mode of his so it might not have stood out for me to remember it, but given he saw fit to go for walkies in a cat 5, perhaps he had curiosity that showed in other ways, and perhaps it rubbed off on me when I was small and engendered that intense fascination.

He sounds like a fun guy.



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My parents and brother lived in an area that got hit hard by this one:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hurricane_Bob
My brother had his own place but lost electricity after the storm for about two weeks. My mother was exasperated after a while when he was coming back and forth to use their hot shower.
My father spoke about going out in the eye, saying hello to his neighbor who had also come out, and then going back in.
(Remember that the eye is the calm part.)

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Going out in the worst of the storm . . . ..that reminds me of one:

I evacuated inland because the house I lived in was within the evacuation zone by a block.
Apparently my roommates stayed behind for a hurricane party (lots of friends and booze). Later one roommate told me about the one crazy guy who tried to go out even though they tried to stop him. He may have gotten a few steps out into the yard.


BTW, afterwards the area was under a state of emergency.
Two guy friends of mine at the time were dealing with the courts.
One had restricted driving rights because of a DUI another one had to go to court for suspended license or something. The hurricane hit the same day as his court date to straighten out his license.
Until the court system got back up a few weeks later and caught up with its backlog, one was driving w/ a suspended license and the other (DUI guy) was driving with no restrictions.


This one is about smell and memory

http://health.howstuffworks.com/ment...ion/smell3.htm

http://www.slate.com/articles/life/f...ou_think_.html

Think of memory as like orzo, Bauer says. “It’s not like one big piece of lasagna noodle. Memories are made up of these little tiny bits of information that are coming in literally across the entire cortex. Parts of the brain are taking those little bits of information and knitting them together into something that’s going to endure and be a memory.” Adults have a fine-mesh net to catch the orzo. Babies have a big-holed colander: The orzo slips through. “What’s happening with the baby is that a lot of the information is escaping even as the baby is trying to get it organized and stabilized.” In early infancy, a lot of experiences never become memories—they slip away before they can be preserved.

I cannot find what I want -- an article about either teenage years or twenties and why we can remember them so clearly.


[QUOTE=waves;1077267]We had the same run-ins... or close.

That one was a really close call for us... as in we were completely boarded up for that one. I was little, and I was over the moooon with excitement! It veered, fortunately, considering that we lived in a house that shook when the cats ran about. I remember being disappointed and my mother trying to persuade me that it was a good thing.

Yeah. There were lots of storms that we prepared for that did not even come near.

Funny being on an island would be a reason for being scared.

Dad was always gone (with work) for our storms and Mom was on her own with us.
I do not think she was scared. I think she liked to be prepared.

ow my mother was riotously wound up whenever one of those things got close.

Poor woman.

Hurricanes mostly overlapped with vacation for me... so a storm would not have disrupted school.

We had one hit at the end of the summer and the first day of school. For years, people were superstitious about something -- not sure what.

Your usee of the present suggests to me you feel the same way about them as you always did.

I use hopeful language when I talk about weather.
I do not want to send it away to someone else. I ask that it veer out to see where no one is around or at least not inconvenienced much.

I acquired the typical seense of "oh no" as an adult that was simply absent as a child, even though I was aware and respectful of the dangers.

I do not know if my perceptions have changed. I cannot remember sh.

I don't think I have actual fear though, even now. Not with an "ordinary" storm and safe construction.

Right. I understand that.

Yikes, yeah that can do damage. I guess I'm a bit confused why the windows weren't protected... unless it changed course suddenly....

Hurricane Wilma: First floor apt. No shutters. Landlords stink. . . . . no inside rooms. Hallway would have been better than nothing but it was too small. The living room felt like the best place to sleep because the windows were a few feet away -- not like bed and windows in a tiny bedroom.
That storm was in the process of breaking up. Even though we were technically in the eye (the calm center) . . . .

That is the time I either made a call or got a call from my mom.
I am going to try again.

. . . . . Thinking too fast and too much to type:
The first half of the storm came by and we got the eye. But there was no second half of the storm.

What seemed like a relatively weak storm in some ways wreaked havoc because many had no power. I / We (Hubby was with me) was without electricity for 8 days. Work was back up before I was and what a hassle that was -- to get dressed with no laundry, no iron, . . . no way to prepare food,.. . .working out of a cooler, . . .
We were lucky that i lived near a CHinese restaurant that got up one day later because it had gas grills or something.
I took two huge containers of special friend rice to my friends' house to trade for ice. (They were on generator power.)

The secretary at my old pdoc's used to say something to me when I was leaving the office like, "Take care and have a quiet sumer." I would say, "You too."


It is strange but each storm has a personality --- even the ones that do not come.

And we remember who was with us when it hit, who we were dealing with later in the aftermath.

Hubby, who was very close to/in the the middle of the one of the huge-est (technical word)hurricanes, is unfazed by the storms.
I think he does not have a healthy respect.
But we did make alterations to the place we have now (roof, windows,. . .) so maybe he is merely practical in his attitude.

M