Wednesday, August 29, 2012, p.m.
The Book Of Isaac, Chapter Three.
We had to eat supper before it got dark. The Marys have been nibbling happily right long, but I'm trying to have actual meals. Salad with Sal & Judy's house dressing (doctored up by me a little with the addition of a quarter cup of water; it not only stretches the dressing but gives a better flavor release, I find). And two or three of Mary Ann's finger sandwiches. We are on Bag Two of those. We only have two bags.
Maybe that meteorologist on The Weather Channel was right after all. He said yesterday that because of the slow movement of Hurricane Isaac and its path a little to the west of New Orleans, it had the potential of doing more damage to the city than Katrina did. I derided this. The winds are up to eighty, guests to 100, but they will not get any higher than that with the storm over land now. Katrina's winds were half again stronger. But Katrina moved twice as fast.
Bob Breck told us North Shore folks to watch out, because although we think we've been catching the brunt of the storm, in fact we have a lot more coming as Isaac catches up to our parallel. I was getting complacent there. The wind was blowing hard enough for me to be concerned about falling trees. But the rain, while occasionally hard, was intermittent. Not the stuff of floods.
Yet.
Mary Ann said I was acting a little crazed. But there was a lot to be crazed about. And without my continuous feed of data from the web, I was in the dark. Although the question of whether knowing less might be better than knowing more, I sure wish I could watch the radar.
