We live on a hill. Gully washers run down from us. This is true of most precipitation. When we get flash flood warnings, it’s easy to look down the hill and understand it’s there, not here. Usually.
This time looks to be typical. By the time Ida comes near central Virginia, she will have thrown her biggest tantrums and just plain wore herself down to some tears and a little wailing, or just a whimper.
I could be wrong. According to NOAA, Ida is supposed to cause some trouble west of here. I haven’t tried to second-guess the weather since Daddy was around and we could estimate things together.
We shall see.