Wow. This is a first for me.
I have had a hurricane named after me!
I like to think that it is because of my strength and my impressive power.
I like to think that it is because people see me as a force of nature, to be viewed with awe and reverence. Someone to be remembered, you know?
I love the image of an older man, speaking to his young grandson as they sit rocking on the porch one spring evening twenty years from now. I love to imagine the boy asking breathlessly, “What was it like when Karen came through here, Grampa?” I can picture the old man shaking his head slowly, giving a low whistle. “She was something to behold,” the old gentleman would say gravely. “I’ll never forget her, that’s for sure.”
What an awe inspiring little daydream, huh?
The only problem is, this particular hurricane is kind of wimpy. She is being described as “disorganized”, “weak”, “disintegrating.” She’s mostly a big bag of wind. Lotta noise, but no real threat. They say she’s “messy”.
Its as if those weather guys are spying in my window.
As if they’ve been hanging around my classroom, watching me struggle with decimal grids.
What a letdown.
On the other hand, this morning the headline on the Weather Channel read, “Karen moves toward the coast.” Yeah. I wish!
Many thanks to my good friend, Karen Ricker, who came up with idea on Facebook this morning. Sorry, Karen, it was too good not to steal!