Oh, Isaac. I'm not amused. Time was, a hurricane warning was sort of fun. It had been so long since a really nasty storm had come along, and no one worried too much. Work got cancelled. We had "hurricane parties". Maybe the power went out for a while. Maybe some limbs were blown down. No biggee.
Katrina killed that vibe. This year, seven years out, I might actually have forgotten its imminent anniversary — what not so long ago was a major annual milestone — but Isaac brings it back to the forefront of the mind. School has already been cancelled through Wednesday. Now we wait in that irksome indeterminate limbo: Will Isaac drift off or fizzle into nothing? Will we hunker down for a moderate blow? Or will we be loading up the cars — kids and cats and elderly aunts — and heading for higher ground?