“Hurricane” is my favorite Bob Dylan song and though it’s not about an actual hurricane (it’s about the wrongful imprisonment of boxer Rubin “Hurricane” Carter and the racial profiling against him), it seemed an appropriate tune to share on this weekend the East Coast is bracing for the arrival of Irene. The media would have us believe this storm is gonna be something else, and it may very well be, but I’m not too concerned here in inner Brooklyn. Drew and I will move our plants and chairs off the balcony and make sure we have flashlights, batteries, and some snacks and cans of food on hand, but beyond that, we’re not really freaking out or anything. I mean, we already survived an earthquake this week, after all.
My dad joked that maybe Baby Jasper (that’s his nickname for his unborn grandson) will make his grand entrance during the hurricane. I was born during a “super typhoon” — the biggest one Japan had experienced in ten years — so I guess it would be poetic justice if that happened, but seeing as Jasper’s still five weeks away from being fullterm, I’d like to keep him baking a little longer, please. I don’t envy any women who will be going into labor this weekend, though. Yikes.
And that brings me to this weekend’s open thread topic: do you have any crazy weather-related stories? Has the weather ever been to blame for ruining a date or wedding or honeymoon or anything relationship-oriented? And, if you live in one of the areas bracing for Irene, keep us updated throughout the weekend on your preparations and how you’re doing.
As always, feel free to share whatever relationship dilemma you may need some advice and opinions on.
Stay safe, everyone!