Today I spent the entire day making preparations at the farm for Hurricane Idalia: Filling gas cans and exercising the generator; stocking up on water bottles; mowing; putting up or securing outdoor furniture and other loose items around the farm; making sure all the water containers in the pastures are full. These are all tasks that we used to share, and today I felt alone.
When I was finally finished, I sat on the front porch to relax and reminisced about previous storms when Pam Wiselogel brought her horses and camper here because their place was low and prone to flooding. We had each other and food, drink, and fellowship of friends during those anxious times.
This is another one of those “firsts” without you, and for some reason I feel this more keenly than I would have expected after the passage of nearly nine months. As it turned out, this storm spared us of any significant impacts. Just some moderate winds and tropical storm gusts with almost no rain. A few downed tree limbs and debris to be cleaned up after resetting stowed furniture and items.
Perhaps this storm is yet another reminder that life goes on, and sometimes we must busy ourselves with the actions of preparation and planning for things that may or may not actually happen.
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