Say a Prayer for the Caribbean

Well, everything we can think to do is done.

The air mattress is blown up in the concrete block walk in closet. The supplies are ready. The laundry's done. The car is moved. The rum is someplace where Kristi can't find it and pour it out.... yep, that's about it.

The Water Authority is turning off water to the entire island at 8pm. They obviously can't schedule its reconnection, so at the advice of Livingston and Ola Powrey, our ever-vigilant friends (and landlords,) we filled a 60 gallon plastic drum with water outside to refill the back of the toilet.

The hurricane websites give directions on how to make your own chemical toilet, or how to line your bathtub with saranwrap to make a "sewage trough."

NO.

We took a drive to see if, by some miracle, the falafel place we like was still open.... I know, I know... These damned cravings... It was boarded up, but we did get to snap a few pics of how different places are getting secured.



This is the port at Hog Sty Bay (which, by the way, is where the cruise ships unload, the irony of which is not lost on us...) It's usually full of ships and tugboats, but today nothing. Not even waves. It's as if there should be an expression for this... something like "Calm before the Storm" or something..... Hmmm.....

Alright. We're about to take or last scheduled showers for the next while, and get hunkered down for whatever's coming our way.

The models show the storm spinning ever more to the south, which continues to encourage us. We'll probably post once more before the blackout, so keep checking back for whatever lame jokes I can think of between now and then....