I Will Survive the Hurricane

For those of you who don't know, I have been and will be kicking it in the Caribbean for the summer. A tidbit for those whole have not been here at this time of year: it is hurricane season. This means that every afternoon we are treated to the wonderful rhythmic sounds of wind and rain, and I lay awake wondering if I have an evacuation plan. So, in light of not giving you those bothersome traveling blog posts, I will now share my the top 3 things that go through my head as the wind and rain pelts against my shelter and nerves.

1. If people get to Oz with simple wind, imagine where I could go with wind AND rain... I wouldn't survive, for starters I don't do well with people that don't reach my elbow - it makes me think I am going to step on them. Also, I doubt that anyone would have any shoes I could borrow, as I have a very specific size. Furthermore, following a cobbled street to my "final destination" to get "home" just seems like a metaphor for death which would make me very concerned during my whole journey... I'm just not cut out for it...

2. I don't have the facts on this, but I would like to think that high winds coupled with pelting rain really gives our feathered friends a hard time, and there are a lot of miniature chickens here. Being both small things and fowl makes them doubly irritating to me... I partly hope that they get washed away out to sea... And this comforts me.

3. Have all those swim meets and being a resident of Oregon prepared me for this exact natural disaster? I may be the only survivor.

And so here I wait for my destiny, until next time.