Saturday, August 27, 2011

Waiting for Irene 2011

Well it looks like the entire east coast is about to have an unwelcomed guest. Hurricane Irene.Government and state preparations have been most impressive. Evacuations and massive closing of roads, and with  infrastructure precautions including shelters and services are in effect. Transportation of all kinds brought to a halt in an attempt to lessen risks to citizens and damage to infrastructure.

It was easy to fall into the all too common anxiety mode,like buying too much food and the chocolate donuts that ordinarily I would pass by. But this time I succumbed to the feeling that I needed them as my comfort food. Along with a bottle of chardonnay. Why not be ready for a hurricane party. I love entertaining,but Irene was not among the guests I had in mind. 

Words to the wise have been spread through every possible media outlet. Now the long wait begins.

It is amazing how the possibility of pending danger brings life into perspective. Our minds are focused on survival mode for family and friends.  The petty day to day stuff seems small and insignificant.  Irene, a not so gentle reminder that in the end, what matters most to us is those we love. 


Diane said...

Great post, Olivia. You are so right. In the face of danger, people naturally go into a "circle the wagons" mode. It sounds like you're ready for Irene even if she is an invited guest. Take care. :-)

R. Renées Blogs said...

Nice short post... A storm such as Irene puts things into perspective all right!

Raymond Alexander Kukkee said...

Chocolate donuts and Chardonnay, that's exactly what you need to get through any big storm. Olivia, you are too funny at times! This post was short, but a great read!

Judith C Evans said...

Lovely blog! Thanks for sharing these thoughts on the change in perspective that comes with a change in circumstances. Count me as a follower! :)

Alexandra Heep said...

Hah, I forgot to buy the most important thing of all: batteries for my radio and had to ride the thing out in silence. 48 hours of no sounds besides what was happening outside is not something I want to repeat again.