So, I’m blogging during a hurricane. That is, I’m being a cool blogger or something and writing in the dark with my laptop on battery power.
That’s right. The power’s out. Trees are coming down. We’re kind of moronic, so we’re all hanging around by the glass doors gawking at the trees outside that are bending over from the force of the wind.
It’s supposed to get worse before it gets better, but I can’t imagine what it must be like closer to the center of the storm.
Oh, and also? I live out in the country, so we have well water. The well pump is electric. Without power, we also have no water. No showers. No toilet-flushing.
But you know what we’re most concerned about?
Survivor premieres at 8. So we might have to huddle around the 5-inch battery operated TV at about that time.
Because we are lame.
Anyway. We’re reasonably well-prepared and safe. Our house is on a hill so we’ll get worse wind, but we shouldn’t have any problems with flooding.
I’ll check back in later.
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A blogger? I thought you were a diarist…My friends and I would do that kind of stupid stuff also. Living in tornado alley… we would go up on the dorm roof and watch the wall clouds and twisters get inevitably closer and closer…and we lived in the honor's dorm… yeah, we were smart but not the right kind of smart apparently.
be careful. whatever you do, don't drink on the roof tonight.
words that can only be uttered by one who has never and probably will never experience a hurricane:
kruxy, you're right, i guess. i'm a diarist. although usually i just think of myself as a writer. guess the drama got to me.
You've got a battery-powered television? For what occasion does one purchase one of those, I've always wondered. For better enjoyment of the peace and solitude of the great outdoors? For close up viewing of a football game while in nosebleed seats and binoculars won't cut it? Or – and it's just occured to me, in case of an emergency and the president has a message to those that aren't watching Survivor.
crap, now I want one.