This hurricane hysteria is out of control. I've had enough. I resent being bothered with maybe, possible and potential storms. I wish they'd stop making a sand dune out of a sand castle.
Yesterday, they sent a weather plane into a thunderstorm at the edge of a barely rotating squall. Luckily for the weather junkies and forecasters, the winds registered barely 45 miles per hour which is just enough to qualify for a tropical depression.
Next thing you know, with a false sense of urgency the weather people are dragging out graphs of several forecast models and plotting a dozen potential paths. Within hours they started calling the little puffer Isaac and speculating if this poor excuse for a tropical storm might become a hurricane and ruin the GOP convention in Tampa, Florida. Excuse me?
Seriously, their sophisticated computer forecast models are admittedly so inaccurate at this stage of the game just about everyone could be in Isaac's path save for maybe Colorado, Washington State, Europe and the African Coast. I couldn't help but laugh out loud when our local weatherman stated the Atlantic Seaboard is still not out of the woods. Out of the woods? Man, we aren't anywhere NEAR the woods yet.
I do heart weather people and appreciate all they do to warn coastal visitors and residents of pending danger, but right now little Isaac is literally a tempest in a teapot. I'm thankful for their advice and all that, but they didn't dish this much hype this soon over last August's soaker, Irene. I'd rather they let Isaac stew out in the tropics and alert me when he's a real threat to land.
|Sunset after Irene August 2011|
I grew up with hurricanes so I have a huge respect for their power and my powerlessness against a hurricane of any size or force. I road out a few and fled from others long before the Weather Channel existed. Thank you very much.
Despite the hype, I'm headed down to the coast soon. Like last year, I will continue to watch the weather signs, listen to the forecasts with great discernment and act accordingly. I promise to leave the coast when a real hurricane is coming my way. I just wish the weather folk would wait until a storm is a real hurricane.