Waiting for Irene…

Here we sit, waiting for Irene.  The preparation and anticipation is excruciating, especially when your boyfriend is Jewish.  Oy! He is so worried about what he is going to eat when we lose power.  I have peanut butter for him.  Crackers.  Whole wheat flagels.  Nuts.  Power bars.  Dried fruit.  Unripe bananas.  Tuna fish.  And on and on and on.  He is still worried.  He wants to go out and buy more food.  We have been to the supermarket ten times in the past three days.

The towns are boarding up.  Stores are closing.  Jewelers are emptying their showcases, afraid of possible looting.  At yoga this morning our teacher joked that she was afraid we were going to be boarded in during class, as every shop around the studio was busy hammering away, closing their windows.

The movie theaters are all closed.  Big bummer.  We thought that going to a movie before the storm hits would be fun, but no such luck.  The storm is not really supposed to hit until tomorrow at noon, but here we sit.


About mallorylayne

midlife mom seeking meaning for the rest of her life.
This entry was posted in Uncategorized and tagged . Bookmark the permalink.

1 Response to Waiting for Irene…

  1. Deborah the Closet Monster says:

    I remember this feeling as typhoons approached while I lived on the coast of Japan. Most of the time, I found the approach exhilarating, but I remember there was one ginormous storm whose course was unclear. My roommate and I were glued to the TV, praying it would take a different course (away from land) or diminish. That time, it did both, but there were other typhoons that did neither while I was there. Good luck.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s