On Tuesday, we had an earthquake. At least, that’s what I was told, because Lord knows, I didn’t feel a thing. What I did experience was mild to moderate irritation that the news pre-empted General Hospitalto tell me that a handful of people had felt the ground move for approximately six seconds across the state. Here is what I know: you don’t promise me that Alan Quartermaine is going to make his big return to GH this week and then pre-empt the show to tell me about a few seismic waves in the Earth’s crust. Honestly, these news anchors need to get their priorities straight.
I made it through Tuesday only to find that on Wednesday, all anyone could talk about was Hurricane Irene. Lively debates were carried on about whether it would be a category two or category three storm when it hit New England. I participated in none of these debates, because quite frankly, I didn’t care.
When it comes to natural disasters, Jason and I have very different approaches. He is a “prepare for the worst and hope for the worst” kind of guy and I’m a “prepare for nothing and hope it passes us by” kind of gal. We have been driving each other crazy all week. He’s been visiting stores all across the state in search of ‘D’ batteries. I stopped by Stop-N-Shop on the way home one day to pick up what I thought we might need to weather the storm – Doritos. In an effort to be a team player, I did buy two bags – one cheese, one cool ranch. I figured if the power goes out for a few days, we won’t starve. (Two bags. See?)
Our conversations have gotten more ridiculous as the week had progressed.
Jason (nailing plywood across the picture window): “Do you think your mother has any ‘D’ batteries?
Me (painting my toenails in OPI’s ‘You’re a Pisa Work’): “Yup.”
Jason (really struggling to hold the plywood up): “Do you think she’d lend us some for the big flashlight?”
Me (admiring my pretty pink toes): “Not before a hurricane.”
I did wind up calling my mother, who of course had batteries, and of course would lend them to me. “Jason wants them before the big storm hits,” I said, sighing. Mom was sympathetic. She herself had run out for supplies earlier in the week - Smartfood and Twizzlers.
At least I know where I get it from!