Welcome to dog central. With the massive evacuation from the coastal areas due to hurricane Irene, apparently our hotel is one of the few that allows dogs. Lucky us. There is currently a very large dog barking in the loudspeaker room next door. Its owners are even louder. There is a dog on the other side of me, as well. We’ve already had dog confrontations in the halls and lobby. This is going to be one interesting weekend. I can’t wait for the storm to actually hit and all of them decide to go ballistic at the same time. It’s supposed to hit us during the night. So much for sleep.
What a week; first an earthquake with accompanying aftershocks, now a hurricane. What’s next, a locust invasion? Frankly, I’m worried about the lightning. As you may recall, I am not a fan of lightning. Nor am I a fan of earthquakes or hurricanes. I guess it is what it is.
My sister lives on the Jersey coast. She refuses to evacuate, planning on sticking it out on her own with her cat. I am waiting to see if she flies past my window when the storm hits her area, a la Wicked Witch of the West style. A broom would not last in 100 mph winds. Even the navy had more common sense. Now the roads are closed.
I called my mother to see if she was prepared. At almost 95, she didn’t even know we’d had an earthquake let alone were expecting a hurricane. There is something to be said for dementia. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss. She’s probably safer than my sister. They don’t
build houses like hers anymore. I remember when my parents built the garage. Cinder block wasn’t good enough for my dad. Each block was filled with poured concrete, as well. In case of a hurricane or nuclear attack, get inside my parents’garage. My sister should have gone there.
I stocked up on water yesterday and today. I’m expecting we might have to use it to wash with, not just drink if this hurricane turns out to be like hurricane Isabel. No power for a week. No clean water, either. I wanted to know if the hotel had any plans for emergencies. We’ll have footlights in the halls and hopefully elevator service; thank God, because all those dogs are gonna have to go to the bathroom, and I can tell you when it happens in the elevator it’s not pretty. What we won’t have is TV service, so I hope y’all didn’t come here thinking this was gonna be party time, either. What I want to know, is what are we going to do with all those kids and dogs and adults who have nothing to keep them occupied except drinking, screaming and running around? Turn them all outside, and let them blow away. It was just a suggestion. Y’all be safe, hear?
What a week; first an earthquake with accompanying aftershocks, now a hurricane. What’s next, a locust invasion? Frankly, I’m worried about the lightning. As you may recall, I am not a fan of lightning. Nor am I a fan of earthquakes or hurricanes. I guess it is what it is.
My sister lives on the Jersey coast. She refuses to evacuate, planning on sticking it out on her own with her cat. I am waiting to see if she flies past my window when the storm hits her area, a la Wicked Witch of the West style. A broom would not last in 100 mph winds. Even the navy had more common sense. Now the roads are closed.
I called my mother to see if she was prepared. At almost 95, she didn’t even know we’d had an earthquake let alone were expecting a hurricane. There is something to be said for dementia. Sometimes, ignorance is bliss. She’s probably safer than my sister. They don’t
build houses like hers anymore. I remember when my parents built the garage. Cinder block wasn’t good enough for my dad. Each block was filled with poured concrete, as well. In case of a hurricane or nuclear attack, get inside my parents’garage. My sister should have gone there.
I stocked up on water yesterday and today. I’m expecting we might have to use it to wash with, not just drink if this hurricane turns out to be like hurricane Isabel. No power for a week. No clean water, either. I wanted to know if the hotel had any plans for emergencies. We’ll have footlights in the halls and hopefully elevator service; thank God, because all those dogs are gonna have to go to the bathroom, and I can tell you when it happens in the elevator it’s not pretty. What we won’t have is TV service, so I hope y’all didn’t come here thinking this was gonna be party time, either. What I want to know, is what are we going to do with all those kids and dogs and adults who have nothing to keep them occupied except drinking, screaming and running around? Turn them all outside, and let them blow away. It was just a suggestion. Y’all be safe, hear?