Hurricane Irma

I spent several days before and during last weekend, helping Dad and Adele stay informed about Hurricane Irma, its predicted and actual path and strength. The weather forecasters were saying that Irma was the strongest Atlantic hurricane, category 5 with sustained winds exceeding 185 mph for several days, when it was approaching the Leeward Islands. I tried to provide some helpful advice, and some humor to keep things lighter, as they seemed quite (and justifiably) concerned, during the storm passage. Dad didn't seem very concerned, for the week before Irma actually made landfall in Florida, but he spent a few nights at Adele's house, which is a few miles farther inland than his place, while the hurricane was passing through. The prediction at first had Irma running up the East coast of Florida, which would have been a much greater impact on them, but it eventually went up the West coast, which was significantly farther away from them. They got through it pretty much unscathed, although the winds and rainfall were both very strong and intimidating. Adele's house developed a dripping leak, but it wasn't coming in very fast, and she was able to keep up with it, using a large bucket to catch it.