The Storm

I’m very glad I don’t have plants outside. The wind started whipping around 60mph, the trees were sideways, the shingles were soaring from rooftops. It was horrible. So now I’m sitting in the living room with my dad, just chillin.

Chillin is not really the operative word. At the count of ten he breaks the silence. It’s funny, because he taught me how to play that game. Grandma was a sixer, my aunt is between a four and an eight, depending upon the day.

The power went out about the same time the wind hit. For about ten minutes I had no phone whatsoever. It was like the beginning of the Apocalypse. Just what I need to finish out my year: the end of the world. Although, if it were to bring good things, I’d take it.

Now it’s just a matter of waiting for the power to come back on. I’m glad I took that nap earlier. That means if I don’t get much sleep tonight I won’t be too tired tomorrow when I go in for that horrid morning shift.

I still wonder how people manages for all those thousands of years without air conditioners. I’m a spoiled brat, I know, but I like it no higher than 70 in my home, and can’t sleep when it’s hot.

Apparently my cat is a 45. That’s when she allows there to be quiet at all. I’m surprised she’s been this quiet so far.

The end is nigh, but I will keep you posted as the Apocalypse progresses.

***Update***
Went out and got gas to save myself the trip in the morning. Thought Dad was gonna kill me when I said I was going out. They’d be dead already if I hadn’t left.

Mom woke up. She’s a 1.5 on the counting the quiet game scale. I’ve been home for ten minutes and there has been 5 seconds of quiet.

There are downed trees all over. Some of the people up the street are smart enough to have a generator. My parents? Mom wants to invest in a battery operated fan, and Dad wants an inverter. I can kind of see an inverter, but you’d still need a generator to charge the batteries after they started to lose juice.

She’s counting the fireflies outside. Dad’s reminiscing about the blackout of 71 or 72 or whenever the hell it was. Started yelling at me because I thought it was back in 74.

Somebody, please, save me!

I swear, if I didn’t need the money, I would have gotten a hotel room hours ago.

The world and all it’s wonder

So I’ve been pretty tired lately. Why? Well, as bad as my year has been thus far, at least I haven’t had to attend a funeral for a close friend or family member, unlike my boss, who did just that last week. I can’t imagine what it must be like to have to bury a sister. My heart goes out to him. But it also meant I worked almost 60 hours this past week and am going to be working another 60 hours this week due to training and other things. As much as I’ve been wanting to write, sometimes life just gets in the way.

And it always makes me sad when people don’t realize that life can do that.  Like with my conversion.  How can I finish it when I can’t partake in my community?

But at least I got to have an interesting conversation with a guy at Ihop about “Project Paperclip” and just about anything else in the world.  I still wonder what he’s doing at Ihop.  This guy should be working in research somewhere.  He’s super smart.  But he’s going to school and I’m fairly certain it’s easier to work a class schedule around a service job than just about anything else.

And I don’t know what I did to my arms but  I think they’re angry and want to run away from me.  Also, I’ve slept for all of 4 hours and am wide awake.  This makes no sense.  ARGH!