Dig out the flashlights! Dust off the candles! Stock up on soup and bottled water! There’s a hurricane coming!
A what? We don’t get hurricanes up here! Well, Juan was a freak of nature. But other than that, we get snow storms, not hurricanes. When God was shuffling the deck of natural disaster cards, we drew the Snowstorm card. Let those hurricanes, tornadoes, typhoons, earth quakes, raging wildfires, tsunamis, and murderous roving packs of dogs bother everyone else. We got snow! And frankly, as much as I hate shoveling the white stuff, I’ll take it over my house blowing away any day.
So it came as a bit of a surprise to hear that Hurricane Bill was projected to pay us a visit this weekend. It’s too early to tell whether he’ll kick at the door or simply throw a little extra wind and rain our way. But one thing’s for certain. Nothing brings people together like the feeling of impending doom! That’s all the talk now. And a quick trip to the grocery store today proved it. I’ve never seen so many cans of soup in shopping carts. It might also be because they’re on sale. Nice timing, Sobeys! How did you manage that one? You even had fliers printed and everything!
Ah well. If Bill comes, I’ll be ready.
And if he doesn’t, I’ll be serving chicken noodle soup to my guests for the next year.