Hurricane Who?

Soeur has taken it upon herself to lug six gallons of spring water to our abode this weekend.  When she carried in three bottles Friday evening, I thought, Oh, yeah, the hurricane.  I think I heard something about that.

At my Saturday job yesterday, I learned that the school's basement was one of three designated evacuation sites for the Upper West Side district.  School staff was setting up the gymnasium with cots and blankets.  Cafeteria workers were busy cooking in the kitchen for Sandy.  Who's Sandy?  Oh.

This morning, when I closed the living room window because the wind was whipping the curtain so fiercely that I thought it would break loose from the rod and snap outside, I still thought, Huh.  They weren't kidding when they said it would be windy today.

An hour ago, Soeur informed me that the city will be closing the subways at seven this evening.  Sounds serious.  

She retrieved an e-mail soon after.  Her firm is closing their NYC office tomorrow.  Huh.  Maybe I should check my work e-mail, too.

I did.  Lo and behold, our NYC office is closed tomorrow.  And Tuesday.  Two days?!

I am often the one turning mountains out of mole hills, probably because I grew up in a home where those mole hills sat and sat and grew and grew quietly until one day, they exploded and threw up on everyone.  I guess psychologically, I feel like if I can stamp out the mole hills immediately, I can avoid the mountains altogether.  Conversely, in crisis situations where everyone is busy reacting to news that the electricity might be out for a few days, that patio furniture might crash through my windows, I am the picture of calm.  I take it all in, note the people that are panicking, accept that they are panicking for good reason, and sort of just go with it.  Not an ounce of anxiety can be found within this body.

So.  Whatever will I do for the next two days?  Anyone who's around, please come over and play!  It'll be like we're back in grade school and our school number's just been called on the radio.  We have Scattergories and a deck of cards.  We can sit around and play all day like it's one, great, big slumber party.  PJs are required.  I will not play Truth or Dare or Spin the Bottle, but you may braid my hair if you're nice or how about a rousing marathon of the classic, original BBC broadcast of Pride and Prejudice?  We might get a little stir crazy, but Colin Firth will make it all better.