I just read through the entire Hurricane Charley edition paper. It's thrown me back into my emotional funk from last summer, and I don't like it. I want to watch the three-hour special they're playing tonight, but I'm afraid to. With life more or less finally returning to normal around here, living in denial of what happened is almost better. Although it's hard to ignore it, since Charley talk happens all the time. It was the second costliest hurricane in Florida history, and none of us saw it coming.
In honor of the anniversary, I thought I'd link back to my entries from that time. It seems so long ago now.
The first mention of Charley, I was
rather nonchalant. Then I started worrying for my
Uncle in the Keys. Then the realization that Charley was
a Cat 4 and heading for Arcadia. Finally six days later, I
updated from my apartment in Gainesville.
And posted
the Charley Diaries. It's hard for me to believe that at Aug. 13 last year, we were only on the letter C for hurricanes. Now this season, we're already on I for Irene. Ridiculous. I can't wait to move out of Florida.