Storms

My mom has been trying to get in touch via e-mail with my cousin in the UK, to make sure she wasn't in London this morning. So far no word, but odds are that she is probably safe at home, many miles away, and worrying is silly. She uses the Tube whenever she's in the city, though, so we'll worry anyway, like everyone else with people over there.

My cousin is an expert on Richard III, and gave up her US citizenship after she married a Brit historian and moved to the UK permanently in the 70's. At the time it scandalized most of the family. On one rare visit home, my cousin made us roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. I was a kid, and couldn't understand why you'd call spoon bread with drippings pudding. Her husband probably found hush puppies and grits just as exotic.

I've not been cruising the internet, because I can't deal with the lack of compassion being displayed by the ever self-absorbed political opportunists. I know, they're entitled, but it seems a little disrespectful to broadcast it while they're still carrying out the bodies. Also, we have a Cat-3 hurricane, Dennis, roaring up toward the gulf, so we're starting our storm prep now. We learned last year that what looks like it won't hit us is no guarantee X 3, and we're moving in eleven days. We hope.

These days, hope is all we can count on to get us through the storm.