Well, it is Monday, 9 AM and the worst seems to be over. We have had bigger blows here on a good day than we had with Isaac. He is pretty much gone on his way to New Orleans with little to no wind or rain here, at least so far.

Mom has chewed me out more than once for preparations I made by moving pool furniture into the more or less protected corner of the lanai to keep it from blowing through the screens. It seems I messed up her ability to sit outside and enjoy the weather, until December when the season is over.

I have no experience with hurricanes at all, but her gut feeling said it wouldn’t amount to a hill of beans and we should wait until stuff started flying before we spent the effort to secure it. I was wrong, she was right as usual.

It also seems I may have made a huge mistake in naming Alvin. Mom has seen him numerous times since she returned from Abu Dhabi. She came in yesterday and asked me to come outside and look at something. I figured I had a ‘honey do’ project staring me in the face. But no, she pointed to a baby alligator lying on the grass between the lanai and the water. Maybe we have Alvina instead of Alvin. I am not changing my story line now, it would be too taxing.