“So long, farewell
Auf Wiedersehen,
goodnight
I hate to go
and leave this pretty sight.”
— from The Sound of Music
To quote David Spade and Helen Hunt, “Buh-Bye.”
Hermine is still out there flappin’ her Angel wings — but not in my backward. Didn’t need to; she left me a gift. (See photo above.) Florida’s first hurricane to make landfall since Wilma in 2005, nudged my shy little pond about 10 feet into my back yard. Any closer, and I could have opened my window and gone fishin’.
Technically, it’s not “flooding” because it never reached my house. (I’ve seen worse back there.) Some of my fellow Floridians can’t say that this morning. Some details, thanks to ABC-NEWS:
- Hermine made landfall at 1:30 a.m.
- Sustained winds of about 65 miles per hour.
- Gusts as high as 85 mph.
- Storm surge may have reached as high as 11 feet.
- Highest measured rainfall, 15.23 inches. (Largo)
- About 150,000 lost power.
- Hundreds of schools, government offices closed.
- “Life-threatening floods” still possible, authorities said.
Haven’t stepped outside to see how bad things look. (I expect broken branches, debris, the usual suspects.) My overflowing pond tells the biggest part of my story. (It’s fed by a river and susceptible to tides.)
So, my soggy saga is over. Done. Complete. Finis. When I write about this little Lilliputian adventure years from now, I’ll probably dress it up a bit — just enough to make it interesting.
Know what I mean?
ARCHIVE: Hermine-related
- Depression Number 9 — PART ONE
- The Sunshine State — PART TWO
- Shelter From the Storm — PART THREE
