Yesterday I had a hurricane party; sort of.

I was in the mood for ice cream; but I wasn’t about to wait for hurricane conditions to set in before indulging. By then, I’ll probably be too concerned about weather conditions to enjoy ice cream!

I left work at noon yesterday, partly because I knew I wasn’t going to get much done. My mind was on Ida; and I wasn’t alone in that. Besides, I needed to stop by the bank; and the lobby closes at 4:00 pm.

Then I had to visit the drug store to pick up a refill; and I decided to get a pint of ice cream. I ate it soon after I got it home, to be sure it wouldn’t get melted in a power outage; so in that sense it wasn’t a hurricane party. There wasn’t any hurricane yet.

I remember hearing about the Hurricane Party during Camille. At the time (yes, I remember that), I thought it was dumb of people to stay right on the coast and have a party during a hurricane; but now, the story has been disproven. I’m glad to know that fewer people died there than reported.

By mid-afternoon yesterday, residents of coastal areas outside of levee-protected areas were ordered to evacuate. Fortunately that doesn’t include me; and I was glad I didn’t have to go rushing off to who-knows-where. I was uneasy about the storm, all the same. Ida was shaping up to be a powerful system.

Some models showed that Ida was making a beeline for New Orleans; others had her crossing the Louisiana coast farther West. Either way, we’re sure to get some rough weather.