No other way to say it. Lots of other feelings to go along with that but when you wrap them altogether and spit out a whole, scared comes out.
Scared of what? Not sure. Probably the uncertainty of it all. Losing a house? Nah, insurance will take care of 80% of that – I can’t imagine being 100% whole after that big of a loss. Just looking around at the “stuff” one accumulates through the years, I’m not sure our policy will cover the “household” stuff. Therefore, my 80% target.
Much more concerned about Pop’s status. SSh is going to take him in but that is going to be rough on him, no two ways about it. Talk about a house full of “stuff”. But, that house is much further inland and stands a pretty good chance of making it.
Evacuating unsettles me. Again, nothing to do with the material aspect of the problem, just the uncertainty. If I stay, do I get a 2 x 4 shot through me like a bullet? If I go, where do I go and when do I get back? SU will most likely be at the hospital doing what she needs to do, taking care of those who can’t take care of themselves. Truth is, I don’t want to leave. That’s a fact. But it would be stupid to stay just because I’m scared to leave.
We have provisions and I even purchased plywood. No idea how I’m going to put it up on the upper story windows, I’ll tackle that Thursday. I even bought ammo for the 357, is that a trip or what? What I should have bought was snake shot for the 22 pistol, maybe I’ll try to pick some up tomorrow. I’ll have to check my rifle ammo to see where that stands, am I preparing for some type of final stand?
I picked up a couple of 55 gallon plastic open head drums to put keepsake type stuff in. I’ll write our name and address on it with permanent markers and hope for the best. I’m wired right now but inertia has settled in – or maybe it is just that I don’t know what to do?
And why on earth did we choose to partake in a Red Baron frozen pizza tonight? Some type of bizarre last supper torture? Sure hope that extra toilet paper stays dry. Late.