We don't get a lot of hurricanes around the Philly area. Every now and then one comes by in the slightly used-up form of a tropical storm. There is a bunch of wind and rain, and we go about our business.
Irene seems a little different. First of all, it's hitting the NJ coast at still-hurricane force. Plus, we've had a metric ass-ton of rain in the last few weeks. The ground is saturated even before we get the extra foot of rain that is predicted. So I am a little concerned.
From a purely selfish perspective, I am principally concerned about two things: losing power (we have a well, so no power means no water) and getting water in the basement. Either or (shudder) both would be a monumental pain in the ass.
But you know what? It's a tired old cliche, but there is absolutely nothing we can do about either of those calamities.
And I guess that is the meager point of this meager post.
These storms reduce things to the basics. You can't go anywhere, so get to know your spouse again, or a little better. Have a drink. Hell, have a lot of drinks, just not so many that you can't leap into action if you need to get stuff done in the hurricane department. Eat stuff you wouldn't normally. My food obsession of the day is Ben and Jerry's Bonnaroo Buzz, which, somehow, the supermarket still had in stock just two hours ago when I decided I couldn't live without it, and my drink of choice at the moment is a ten-year-old Ardbeg that is a damn work of art.
This is kind of cool.
And, yeah, I am well aware that it is likely to turn a whole lot less than cool very soon.
A wise man once said, "Buy the ticket; take the ride." I didn't order this particular ticket, and the ride is coming whether I want it or not. Might as well try to enjoy it.
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