i boarded up the windows today.
moved some things to higher ground (which means little in the path of a hurricane).
met with friends a third or fourth time to go over plans. prepared vehicles for their trips. packed up valuables.

the most striking thing for me was looking at the house all boarded up, wondering what i will return to. of course i hope for nothing…everything will be in it’s place when we get back next week, fingers crossed. all of our stuff packed high on shelves, books moved up to the top shelf, computers backed on top of closets, refrigerator emptied and turned off. but will our house still have a roof when we return? will the boards over the glass have done any good? will our more stubborn neighbors be under piles of rubble or swept out in the current? the hardest part is knowing we all will be coming home soon, next week probably, but what will we come home to? this is all so uncertain.

so it is.