Warning: Whining post ahead.

I’m so weary. Today has been a horrible day. My family was in the path of Charley today. And it was a very hard day.

Once we realized that the hurricane was about to be upgraded to a category 3, I called my mom. I pointed out that as a family we had decided that if it got to a category 3 that everyone had agreed to always evacuate. She basically said “we are discussing it”.

I called back several minutes later. They were too worried about finding a shelter available for them and the dogs. So they were going to hunker down. I ranted and raved. This is a big storm. Don’t stay. By the time you realize how bad it is, it will be too late. She basically hung up on me telling me I was “stressing her out”.

I then called back again. This time spoke with my Grandma. The one who just lost her husband 2 months ago. She told me they were putting all the pictures up and moving things off the floor in case of flooding. And I told her to stop doing that and just get out. She told me I was stressing her out. She had to go. There was work to be done.

Now I hear they are upgrading it to a category 4 within the hour. I call again. Ask to speak to my sister. She’s too busy.

So I call my dad. The one with Dementia. At least he would talk to me. He thrives on weather crisis. Anyway… he agreed it was bad. Made me feel better about the preparations. And told me that now they closed the bridges and couldn’t get off the Cape anyway.

I was so scared. A category four storm… a direct hit.

We have a vacation property in Florida. I haven’t spoken about it here before. We built it so that we would have a place to be when we visited my family and as an investment property. We rent it out weekly.

My parents house sustained very minor damage.
My grandma’s house is fine.

You know what’s coming right?

My sister called me from her cell phone and asked me if I was sitting down. She said “your whole pool cage is gone”. She was walking around to the back of the house and I heard a sharp intake of breath. I told her to describe it to me. She said it looked like God reached down his hand and crumpled the pool cage like toilet paper. She said the metal was bent in ways she didn’t think were possible and that everything was either in the canal or the pool.

Then she said “Oh my God”. And I knew. A window was smashed in. The pool cage must have smashed it when it collapsed. I have no idea on the extent of the damage inside. She said there was water, but they didn’t have the keys and it was getting dark so they couldn’t see. Plus there was glass everywhere.


There is no plywood available. I think they tried to rig a tarp over the window but let’s face it… there wasn’t much they could do as it was getting dark. God I hope there isn’t thundershowers tonight.

The house is insured but there isn’t the same level insurance as there is for regular homeowners because we rent it “weekly”. I have no idea what will be covered. We are most likely going to lose the renters and rental income for several weeks as well. After all… who wants to vacation in SW Florida when there is no electricity?

And we didn’t hear about John’s job today.
And we are supposed to go to Disney World in a few weeks.
And I am just so weary of all the crisis’s in my life.

Remember that stupid tuna fish commerical when we were kids that said “Sorry Charlie?” Storm’s name was Charley. Sorta funny. A little bit. Ok. You are right. It’s not even amusing. But I.Must.Find.Some.Humor.So.I.Don’t.Cry.Again

I am not one for melodrama but I am just so sad that all these things keep happening to me. Seems for the last several years I can get three months in a row without someone having a major health issue, a disaster, or a death. Hello… God… can I catch a break here?

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