Should I stay or should I go?
The song by The Clash keeps reverberating through my mind.
Yesterday, Daly Kay and I went for a long run by the beach. This was the scene….
Eerily, there was next to no traffic and the swells that normally draw the surfers hadn’t begun to roll in yet.
All morning I ran errands. Getting the cars gassed up. Glory Grace and I stocked up on food and supplies.
David worked shuttering the house and removing all the crap from around our house.
Judson and Shep scoured the neighborhood on their bikes for spare plywood or bracing from construction crew scraps.
Neighbors stopped by– either on their way out of town or to chat about plans to stay and hunker down.
All 12 sports practices and a football game were cancelled, but Glory and Kemps still had swim club. Afterwards they went to a friend’s house for a hurricane party.
Daly Kay, Ransom and I went to Bolay to pick up food to deliver it to the Red Cross staff and volunteers manning the central command. On the way we got stuck in a National Guard convoy of about 6 humvees and trailers. They had rubber rafts, boat engines, fuel, food and plenty of other supplies. The best I could do was snap this one pick as we got off the turnpike.
Yeah…that part freaked me out a bit…
Bolay was so generous and the Red Cross staff members were so grateful and showed us all around their beautiful facility.
Exhausted, my head hit the pillow and we were still undecided on where to hunker down.
Leaving town with a crew this size is not easy. Our van has been in the shop and we just got it back last night. The problem with Florida is that it takes you 8 hours (with no traffic) to get out of the state and out of the way of the storm. David’s had to weather out storms on I-95 because the evacuation traffic was so bad, he’s weathered them in Orlando (where building codes are not nearly what they are here on the coast) and felt less safe than in his own home…and quite frankly, I don’t WANT to be anywhere else.
Obviously, a category 4 storm is something to flee, but this whole “brush the coast” thing has me thinking we may just get a good slashing and be fine.
To all my local peeps: stay safe. Make the best decision for your family and hopefully in 48 hours we are all laughing at the lack of damage our properties suffered.
All my friends around the globe: keep praying. I appreciate all your emails, texts, and comments of encouragement and prayer. Much love to all of you who have reached out and hopefully tomorrow’s blog post includes photos of our home with just a bit of debris!