The Calm Before the Storm

It is gorgeous outside right now.  82 degrees.  The sky is blue, cloudless.

We are about to have a major hurricane.  We are sitting in the calm before the storm.  We could be at the beach, basking in sunshine.  But we’re not.

We have been preparing for disaster.  Buying candles, because we are expected to lose power.  Filling bathtubs with water so we will be able to flush toilets.  Buying canned tuna fish, peanut butter, crackers so we won’t starve to death.  Filling our car with gasoline because the stations are running out quickly and we may need to flee.

But flee to where?

Our building in the city is targeted in a mandatory evacuation zone.

We are in the Hamptons, which could also be a big problem, but we are not as close to the water here as we are in Soho.  My boyfriend is worried that trees will fall in the roads and we will not be able to escape.


the candles,

the tuna fish,

the peanut butter.

I have to go.  I need to fill bags with cold water and put them in the freezer.

Stay safe.


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midlife mom seeking meaning for the rest of her life.
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One Response to The Calm Before the Storm

  1. Good luck. Hope all turns out okay. There is nothing more eerie than being in the clam before the storm, is there? In 2006 I had my daughter’s christening the day before Cyclone Larry (an iconic Australian cyclone, FWIW) came through. It was a beautiful sunny day and it was really hard to even think about making preparations for what followed (which turned out to be a bit of time without power, water, electricity, fresh food etc). Stay safe. 🙂

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