Ophelia is no Isabel and Isabel was no Katrina

 

THE DAY BEFORE WE TIE EVERYTHING DOWN

Ophelia, the sometime hurricane, most times tropical storm, will arrive in our part of the OBX around Thursday morning.  I'll be out of here Wednesday morning. Like a harbinger of doom, a big section of our beach neighborhood blacked out last night. Mother Nature was saying, "Just kidding." Probably an appetizer for things to come. Meanwhile, Jim Cantore of the weather channel has been standing on Nags Head beach for about four days now with dire warnings about Ophelia's impending landfall. Today, as he stood on the beach with the ocean calmer than it's been in a long time, the sun shining, and people out and about, "Do you think it's going to hit here?" And we're many miles north of where he is.

Anyway, with the ironic blackout [my whole life has taken a turn for irony of late], we had to jettison plans for a lobster fest and settle for a pizza down the road. We'll sacrifice the lobsters tonight. Before coming up to slice watermelon for today, I had already waved [flashed, whatever] at a Coast Guard helicopter from the hot tub as it winged its way over the beach area on its way to Hatteras, which has ordered all non residents evacuated because the ferries won't be running when the wind picks up. 

Got a full tank of gas and loaded up at the ATM store.  I'll phone the next entry in.