Slapped my emergency radio, lantern and drill on their respective rechargers and am in the process of raising everything off the basement floor as high as possible. . .Hurricane Earl might pay us a visit on Friday.
Of course the weather people usually get it wrong, but Thursday is too late to make a plan.
Everything else is taken care of.
I don't believe this house can hold up to a Cat 3 but Mrs. Bear will not leave. Guess that's when the "God Factor" kicks in.
I don't particularly want to leave either = my scumb@g neighbors would pick this house cleaner than a chicken neck at a Baptist barbecue. . .
