Hurricane Irene

I CAN’T BELIEVE Hurricane Irene is heading our way. I have spent the past 6 years with a scarred and blown mind because of my experiences with Katrina and Rita. I believed my pysche had improved enough so we could move back near the beach in Delaware - although, before I said yes definitely, I checked the regularity of hurricanes in Delaware and was pleased to find it a rare, VERY rare, event.

And then, voila! I show up … obviously with a hurricane magnet on my back. I’ve been here just shy of 3 months. Bloody hell.

I am unable to write about art this week. My mind won’t go there now. So, instead I have stocked up on water, candles, food and wine. Filled the car just in case. And last night the nightmares returned.

I hope everyone in her direct path get the hell out of there, never mess with Ma Nature throwing a temper tantrum. You lose every time. We’ll watch and listen to warnings.

I also fervently hope when I write this blog next week, we’ll all be safe and sound in our own beds and no damage done. I really, really hope so.