Yesterday I mentioned that the water level in the bayou behind my apartment has been higher than normal, thanks to unusual winds out in the Gulf. Last night as I was watching TV, a blue line of scrolling text appeared across the bottom informing me that a tropical storm warning had just been issued for my county. “What the…?” I thought, as I tried to figure out which tropical storm was within striking distance. Because my coworkers and I check the NHC webpage with obsessive frequency around here, I knew there wasn’t anything headed our way. For a moment, I was puzzled.
As the scrolling text continued, it finally named the storm — Ivan. Tropical Storm Ivan, remnants of the original storm that have reorganized in the Gulf, is likely to hit us tonight.
Normally this would be a nuisance, bringing lots of rain, wind, and generally unpleasant weather. But I find it so incredibly funny that it’s Ivan that it’s hard to be too annoyed. I mean, I’m sorry, but it’s sort of funny! It’s the storm that won’t die!
