So we're smack in the middle of hurricane season and all we've seen so far this year (thank God) are some afternoon thunderstorms and a few weeks where it rained way too much and flooded some areas. Until yesterday . . .
Wondertwin and I were enjoying a wine tasting at the Vino 100 where we are both now wine club members - that's right, we have glasses with our names on them. It had been a little overcast, but the sun was still shining every now and then at 6 p.m. Then Wondertwin starts getting call after call on her iPhone (which is really annoying when you're trying to drink wine and gossip). Her mom calls, her Man Du Jour calls, and they're all wanting to know if she's ok or if she's caught in the really bad weather our area is apparently experiencing.
We glance out the window, nothing, not even a sprinkle. Nope, seems we are in the Cone of Safety, and that's located at the Vino 100. But apparently, chaos is breaking out all around us. Funnel clouds in Ormond Beach, tornadoes touching down in Port Orange. Really.
Wondertwin and I had just last week been discussing our hurricane plans this year. Seems her baby daddy has declared his newly remodeled home to be hurricane evacuation central for her and the kids. But, even if his home wasn't on the river in a flood zone, I faced no competition in him luring her and the kids away from my home during evacuation periods. I have a brick home inland, and I have a generator. Last time we had major hurricanes, Wondertwin and her kids stayed here for several days and enjoyed hot meals, cold popsicles, cold wine (for the mommies) and the kids slid down the stairway in their sleeping bags for hours. The kids were entertained and the mommies could track the storm on the radio while reading back issues of US Weekly.
So after yesterday, I now know that the Vino 100 is also a great hurricane evacuation zone - and it's fully stocked!