So, at this moment we’re smack dab between two natural disasters. Now understand, this isn’t California or someplace where you expect stuff like this. We’re in the east, where you only read about these things and say isn’t that awful for them? Here in DC we have important things to do down there at the White House and the Capitol building and so forth, and we have to worry about terrorist attacks already, so what are we doing scrambling around getting ready for a hurricane before we’ve even had time to process our earthquake stories with friends and therapists? It’s sheer madness.
You don’t have to worry about me, though. I’m very calm. To my daughter’s announcement that she would take a bus to see friends at UVA this weekend, I simply replied, “Are you KIDDING me? It’s a HURRICANE! You want to be in Greyhound on Highway 29 in tropical force winds and six inches of rain! WHAT are you THINKING!” After all, I like to let my young adult children think for themselves, to try and present the real world consequences of their decisions so they can come to their own conclusions.
Our son John is on the road with his band and it just so happens they have a gig in Raleigh, NC, which is right on the western edge of that nefarious looking cone that they’re constantly showing on TV and which has become emblazoned on our eyeballs in the last 24 hours. I wasn’t a bit worried though because it seemed almost certain that the show would be cancelled, as were so many flights, schools, seminars, and the Lazy Daze Festival in nearby Carey. It seemed safe to assume that the boys would be safely back in Nashville by now, but as it turns out— NO?? The show must go on as they say and though I wouldn’t want to put my dollar down on a big crowd showing up, I’m really as cool as a cucumber about the whole thing. Really.
Well, at least I could be completely comfortable about our other son, who’s safely tucked away in western MA. After graduating from college in May he got a job as an EMT in Springfield. Surely it has to be a good bit away from that darn cone, though I’d been so busy all day I hadn’t looked.
You should have seen me this morning. I was hardly perturbed by the hundreds of people scrambling for flashlights and batteries in the hardware store, even when I saw the almost empty shelves at 10am. I was the queen of serene during the game of chicken in the parking lot at the Safeway, ditto inside the store, where the winner gets to scrounge for what’s left of the milk, eggs and bottled water, all without a shopping cart because there aren’t any left. No problem.
Then there was the solicitor who came to my door this afternoon and wouldn’t leave. I politely ignored his repeated knocking, but when he got even more insistent and I heard him try to OPEN the door from the outside I called the police. SEND SOMEBODY OVER HERE–RIGHT NOW! I said with absolute composure, which they did. By that time the gentleman had moved on to harass another neighbor, so all I had to do was point them in the right direction.
Finally I could get back to unpacking all of my storm supplies, which I was so grateful to have because by then we’d gotten a call from the power company that we should EXPECT a prolonged outage. How nice of them to let us know.
After all that, it was time to take a break, sit down and watch a little of the news. I wondered why they were talking so much about New England. I mean, it’s the Outer Banks that going to really get it, where everybody’s already evacuated–right? But wait…there is one town in Massachusetts that’s really bracing itself, one that you wouldn’t think would be threatened, but it is. Yes, of course…SPRINGFIELD!
Breathe in, breath out I say to myself ….which I do, because of course I AM CALM!!