I'm at home on northern Rutledge Avenue with three of the four kids just seeing what I can see. I'm just up the street from British-blogger-gone-stateside Geoff of Geofftech, incidentally, who is blogging Ernesto as a hurricane-hit-zone newbie. Check it out.
My neighbors are often on the porches eyeing things too. Our main complaint? Morons who drive through the flooded intersection at 35 miles per hour, thereby causing tiny tsunamis to crash over our sidewalks and brick coping. Thanks, idiots. I favor a lower speed limit altogether and certainly a slow-down warning at the intersection at Simons and Rutledge, when it floods. It was flooded just last Thursday and is flooded today. But people still roar through the intersection regardless. Today's high point was watching the huge Charleston Storm Water truck drive through without stopping. Twice.
For most, I guess the storm is an annoyance. Waiting and watching for just wind, rain and flooded streets. But I like a good thunderstorm and I'm quite happy to have a show of natural forces without much damage.
We're pretty fortunate to live in a techno world where we know what's coming. Imagine not knowing it was going to be bad until you were in the middle of it. I'll take a few days of anxious, obsessive weather-report checking for a nothing storm over riding out a Cat 4 in my bathtub.