Superlatives in storm stories
Summer on the Island. Everybody goes to the beach (present company excepted). It’s expected, and it’s fun, if you thrive on sun and sand. Even the dogs go along with the game.
We’ve upped our short-term hound code to three. The rules that apply are: no shared water bowls, no shared food bowls, no shared toys, equal access to favourite humans, and different doors. I don’t know why, but unfamiliar dogs deal poorly with going in or out together. And so we, the interested, do the dance. So far, no real battles.
We’re waiting on more visitors, who will pass the night in the RV. Easier than pitching a tent in the dark, with unlimited access to the mosquitoes. Besides, this is summer, and rules are too much to handle. I’ll see how things play out tomorrow morning, when we (once again), do the doggie dance.
Apparently I missed a ride in the Jeep, off-road. Maybe there will be a movie version for the rest of us. I’ll ask.
I did spend a few minutes watching some storm movies from Louisiana. This is the day that H. Ida arrived onshore, and the media is using superlatives (of course). A typical lede: “one of the most powerful to hit the US”. How do they know? Is it fair to judge a storm that has just arrived, without any real record of damage. I will see if the story holds up, tomorrow. Looks like they’ve spent the budget of a more humble nation in preparatory measures. The media will have to give the public what it really wants, on this one. For the record, one storm looks a lot like another.
