Thursday, August 28, 2008

Waiting for Gustav


Well, here we are caught in the headlamps of an oncoming hurricane yet again. Sitting ducks can't duck you see...

Gust-av...

Up to last night he was all set to head North through the channel between Cuba and Jamaica. Something seems to have made him diverge from his plotted path. Perhaps he felt that Jamaicans were too ecstatic post-Beijing and needed a little spanking. Perhaps he had one glass of Babancourt too many while flying over Haiti and drunkenly meandered off the flight path. Whatever the reason we here in Jamdown woke up this morning to hear that there had been a dramatic shift Southward in Hurricane Gustav's position. There's a fairly strong breeze now, not much rain yet. This storm is a creeper-- like Ivan--in no hurry at all, moving at five miles an hour, that's all, just taking a leisurely, post-prandial walk across our horizon.

Hurricanes are disruptive. And these slow ambling ones are the worst because they rain on you for days. Please Gustav--beg yu--nuh linga. Forgive us our Usain Bolts and our Shelley Ann Frasers. For those who live under the poverty line hurricanes can be deadly. For those of us comfortably above it it's a matter of bringing, plants, pets and artwork indoors. This was my beloved dog Pappadom with Christopher Iron's startling sculpture the last time there was a hurricane. Alas the great Pappadopoulos has moved on since then.

One of the things i enjoy about hurricanes is living by lamplight for a few days afterwards. More anon.

Meanwhile here is a slideshow of a friend and me battening down for Hurricane Dean i think it was about a year ago...

3 comments:

owen said...

so far its been pretty disappointing

Annie Paul said...

what, the storm/hurricane or my slide show??

longbench said...

Everything that you and Melinda do is a work of art - even pouring oil into lamps! Jeez! (with a tinge of envy)