the f word

i know this should go on the bermuda blog but for some reason i dont feel like diverging much from this blog...  the news keeps comparing IGOR to Fabian.  I remember when Fabian hit.  I was at a different job.  And the news over the internet was pretty good but not like it is today.  I remember sitting at my desk at that job and watching projections on line but it was nothing in comparison to the stuff i have been able to watch today...  I only imagine what I will be able to see over the next 48 hours... and I kinda wish I couldn't... 
I remember still sitting at my desk on the other side of Fabian...  I remember a humourous story about being called up for regiment but not being able to get out of the neighborhood due to felled trees..  I think of that story every time I travel that stretch of road on my bike.  It still is overgrown and congested.  And kind of spooky when riding through it during a thunderstorm like I did on this last visit.
I remember the story of moving food and supplies to the home with the generator only to have ther non-generator homes not lose power.
There were the pictures along South Shore that had been washed away.  The damage to the roof of the Princess.  And those poor people that lost their lives on the Causeway. 
I visited a year later and was so shocked to see the damage that was still evident.  I recounted it frequently after Katrina because people just didnt understand how much work it really is to clean up after a hurricane.
I sit here today with my windows open and a warm dry breeze blowing  in.  I have 2 parties to go to this evening and need to motivate to wrap some presents and figure out what to wear.  But I continue to sit here and think of my friends and hope they are OK over the next 48 hours or so and the clean up that will follow.
I guess it's because I feel like my ties in some respects have gotten stronger or at least rekindled since Fabian.  I have visited 4 times since then.  Or maybe it's the 19 year mark of visits that gets me.  Or all my friend's who have toddlers at this very moment.  And of course at an older age the thought of no power or water for an extended period of time screams louder than the opportunity to have a hurricane party. 
So I suppose the F word will be replaced by I!
and all I ask is that you let me know how things are on the other side of the 500+ mile storm...