Power!
There's nothing like it! Without it you can't do very much; no ATM, no phone, no lights (and, remember, I once before noted that candlelight's romanticism dwindles after a couple of hours.)no news at all (who knew that battery-powered radios would become the rage?).
On Saturday I was chided for my preparations, but I had a very uneasy feeling about this storm, the first time ever. On Wednesday--as noted--I went grocery shopping and spent the rest of the day washing and ironing all my clothes. On Thursday, I went to the bank and took out $3000. not because I needed that much, but because I knew I would become a minor (very minor) lending institution to those many, many friends who never plan for things like this.
On Friday, I got my hair done. If I was going to descend into the pit of darkness, I was going with an hors' dourve, money in my purse, and sporting a French Twist. Sunday was Sunday, but Monday was the most frightening day of my life. I thought the whole world was going to blow away. In fact, three tornados formed on South Beach at First and Fifth streets.
Brian knowingly laughed when I told him this yesterday; we New Englanders know our shit.
posted by Alexis du Bois @ 11:59 AM
6 Comments:
I am so glad to hear that you have prevailed and with a kicky hairstyle to boot. God bless electricity!
I was very proud to see how you handled Wilma. What a great phone conversation we had...and thank God you were near Ditmar when I called. You sounded great...and happy! Which in turn, makes us ALL HAPPY! So what kind of tricks or treats will the peasants be getting on this Halloween? Shall I ship you a police uniform to keep the latino's in order?
:)
I am so happy that you took my advice about the hoop skirt. You would have been blown away....and not in the good way..LOL!
Welcome back, Mrs. A.
The peasants will be getting machine gun bullets for Halloween. That's the only thing they understand. I hate them, and I came out of this with a whole new understanding of how they have to be kept under foot.
"Sporting a French twist."
Isn't that kindof a contridiction of terms.
Don't you "sport" sweatsuits and puma shoes? or a baketball jersey, shorts and a pic in your fro?
I didn't know such refined ladies like yourself "sported."
HA HA HA.
Glad you're alive. :)
Phew, another near disaster averted! Delighted to hear you and the French twist are OK.
x
Post a Comment
<< Home