Earl turned out to be a chump who I barely even knew was there.
I don't want to sound weird, but when a hurricane comes there is a certain mix of excitement and fear.
I tend to want it to miss us enough to not do any real damage or inconvenience us and not have any power failures, but be memorable enough to make you feel like you got a taste of it and at times make you think "wow".
When I first moved down here we had a weak tropical storm just totally flood my area where you couldn't leave and no one could come. That kind of sucked, but looking out the house and seeing nothing but water everywhere was kind of cool in its own way.
We've had regular North Easters do just about as much as the tropical storm did once or twice.
With Earl I figured we would escape the worst of it but still get a lot of high winds and tons of rain. I have to be honest. I barely knew Earl existed. If I never seen the news or heard anything about it. I would have just thought the winds picked up a bit and we just had a semi-rainy night.
Part of me is relieved that everything is okay and nothing to worry about, but the excitement part of me feels a bit let down.
Earl was not an experience.
