The Story of the Hurricane

There are certain images that come to mind every time I hear "Hurricane Isaac." I wish I could tell you the first one was this:

(That's Sir Isaac Newton)

But no. One of the greatest scientists and mathematicians of all time is not the first Isaac that comes to mind. Neither is he: 

That's renowned violinist
Itzhak Perlman

Yes. I just dropped an Itzhak Perlman reference on you. ("Itzhak" is the Hebrew form of "Isaac.") Unfortunately, I am not as highbrow as you or even I may think I am. So, probably like most of you, when I hear "Hurricane Isaac" I think of this:

Ted Lange as Isaac, Your Ship's Bartender

What can I say? I am a child of the 80's with an overflowing fountain of pop culture knowledge.

All kidding aside, it will be a while before I forget preparing for, and bracing through, Hurricane Irene a year ago this week. I pray for those in the path of Isaac, especially the people and city of New Orleans. It's hard to believe it's been a year since Irene. We were fortunate not to have too much damage. Still, the whole experience was nerve-racking. Please take some time to check out the posts inspired by the storm:

Peanut and I weathered the storm without My Director. Peanut never  knew how nervous I was since it was up to me to provide her Shelter From the Storm

They say you can tell a lot about a person by how they act in times of stress. Well, Peanut earned a special treat when she showed me that no matter what's happening, honesty is always The Best Policy.

When I finally got the mess cleaned up, it was nice to say Goodnight, Irene to the storm, its aftermath, and everything it damaged. 

Shortly thereafter, we got around to waterproofing our basement. After a series of shady guys paraded through our house, we found a trustworthy (and handsome) guy to fix our Water Down Below. (He's right there on the left.)