Oh, hello Sandy! Now will you please piss off in that direction?
Since no TARDIS or flying motorbike has shown up in my backyard to carry me away, I guess I'll have to face Hurricane Sandy head on. The porch has been cleared, the cars pulled back, water stocked up on, electronics charged, and flashlight and candles methodically scattered about the house.
Although I'm not exactly NEAR the water they are expecting the tide to rise higher than usual and several of my friends have been evacuated from their homes. One opted to stay, and I'm assuming she has a kayak in her house, because literally it floods so badly in areas that people actually paddle down the street in little boats. Dinghy?
And then you have me, wondering if I have enough wine and angry orchard hard apple cider to last, and wishing that I'd bought a Sprite before settling in the house. Oh, and slightly pissed that if the electricity does in fact go out, I won't be able to continue perusing teddyradiator stories over at TPP as I've been doing all afternoon.
I'm still chuckling at my friend in California that had no idea about the hurricane and asked me what was going on, which contrasted with four friends in the UK and one in Italy that emailed me to ask if I was alright.
I've also learned that no matter how dire the circumstances are, football fans are vicious and will raise all sorts of hell and what have you if you interrupt their game to talk about inclement weather that could possibly be hazardous to EVERYONE. It does not matter. They don't want to hear that trees might fall, power might go out, homes will become flooded...all trite matters when they're waiting to see who will score the next touchdown. The mayor of NJ came on and they merely put a little screen with him talking, all the while the game resumed in an also smaller window right next to it.
Time for me to shut up. Everyone be safe!!!
Although I'm not exactly NEAR the water they are expecting the tide to rise higher than usual and several of my friends have been evacuated from their homes. One opted to stay, and I'm assuming she has a kayak in her house, because literally it floods so badly in areas that people actually paddle down the street in little boats. Dinghy?
And then you have me, wondering if I have enough wine and angry orchard hard apple cider to last, and wishing that I'd bought a Sprite before settling in the house. Oh, and slightly pissed that if the electricity does in fact go out, I won't be able to continue perusing teddyradiator stories over at TPP as I've been doing all afternoon.
I'm still chuckling at my friend in California that had no idea about the hurricane and asked me what was going on, which contrasted with four friends in the UK and one in Italy that emailed me to ask if I was alright.
I've also learned that no matter how dire the circumstances are, football fans are vicious and will raise all sorts of hell and what have you if you interrupt their game to talk about inclement weather that could possibly be hazardous to EVERYONE. It does not matter. They don't want to hear that trees might fall, power might go out, homes will become flooded...all trite matters when they're waiting to see who will score the next touchdown. The mayor of NJ came on and they merely put a little screen with him talking, all the while the game resumed in an also smaller window right next to it.
Time for me to shut up. Everyone be safe!!!