My family in Tampa are lifelong native-born Floridians. Maybe they know something about projectiles that I’m too stupid to figure out since I live in tornado country now and no longer in hurricane country. We don’t have the luxury of time here when a tornado is coming our way. These people get days of notice and still act uninformed.
I can only try telling them what I can. They don’t listen, they have never listened. Never. Maybe it’s my delivery method. Caring and compassion doesn’t seem to work. Sometimes I wonder if I should up the drama and do a little yelling. Maybe then they would at least hear what I have to say?
Nevertheless, I hope that they remain well during this difficult time, as I hope for your family. I am probably emotional because I was hoping to have closure with my brother’s passing from a year ago. We were planning to gather on Saturday to mourn him as a family, something that we were denied a year ago because of CoVid. Sigh.
Likely what has happened is so many people have heard dire warnings about hurricane landfall that have never come to pass that they just figure this is another one and it will be nothing as well.
And it might be the case, although it’s giving no reason to think that between the water temp, the speed of the storm, and its track.
Someday that casual attitude will come back to bite people. I hope not too many people die when that happens.