Holding Our Breath

We're holding our breath. Everyone down here is.  It's all about the mid-Atlantic and the Northeast right now.  Irene is making her way up, heading for the Carolinas, then through the mid-Atlantic, and likely through the Jersey shore.  Who knows where after that.

So many of us down here have connections to the threatened areas.  I like to say "great minds think alike" when it comes to appreciation of wonderful things.  Things like the sea, coastal living, and beaches.  Many of us from down here used to live coastal where Irene is heading.  So we still have family and friends up there.  Here at Deer Run we meet thousands of people every year from all over, but of course  many are from our old coastal stomping grounds.

What possesses us to build homes and businesses at the edge of the sea?  Love is the only answer I can come up with... crazy stupid love. Love of that same sea that so often wants to chew us up and spit us out.

We're worried for almost everyone and everything in the path of Irene.  We wish there were stricter construction codes and less complacency when it comes to these things.  The shoe is on the other foot right now, instead of our phones and emails going mad, we're the ones desperately seeking information on far away areas. Instead of being riveted to our own barometer, we're scrambling for updates on NOAA and TWC.  Trying not to watch too much mainstream television as the only purpose they serve is to induce panic. The talking heads on the news are bad... makes you think Apocalypse now, yikes.

So, here we are somewhere about one thousand miles away from Irene, yet its all we are thinking about, all we are talking about. Our hearts and thoughts are with everyone in Irene's path, all we can do is hold our breath and hope she zigs, instead of zags.

We're with you in spirit.