Staying Entertained During A Hurricane
We are on Day 2 of Hurricane Debby. It’s still ark-building weather but things are winding down. Every surface is wet and the raindrops are still zinging and pinging but have slowed to a drizzle. Occasionally there is a lull in the rain, but not long enough for anything to dry.
The temperature feels cooler, or maybe it just seems cooler because of the wind. Yesterday the wind tipped our garbage can at the end of the driveway (because trash was still being picked up during a hurricane).
Two cheaply made, ginormous pillow inserts spilled out and landed on the driveway. All hell broke loose when I tried to pick them up and they split open and multiplied into 4959303 pounds of foamy pillow-stuffing fuzz to match the 39202 pounds of fuzz they left in our closet, which is why I threw those stupid things out.
Cleaning that mess reminded me of the Bible story when Jesus fed a crowd of 5,000 with five loaves of bread and two fish. The fuzz Would. NOT. STOP. My driveway turned into a pillow stuffing-fuzz freaking factory. The stuffing blew around in the hurricane winds, found its way up my nose, rooted itself in my hair, and attached itself to my damp body. For a grand finale, it cemented itself to the driveway, road, and yard. Boy was that fun to clean.
Except for a funnel cloud sighting about a mile from our house at dinnertime, the hurricane hasn’t been awful in our area. It’s been more of a I-Don’t-Even-Need-To-Buy-Water situation than an OMG-Evacuate-And-We-Might-See-The-Wicked-Witch-On-Her-Bike-As-We-Go-Spirling-Through-The-Air situation. I'd describe the rainfall as a tropical sprinkle less severe than our typical afternoon rainstorms. The skies are dreary, flat, and gray. I don’t need an excuse to spend the day in pajamas, but if I were looking for one, Hurricane Debby would be it.
In our front yard, there were a few puddles close to the house, which made me feel less guilty for not mulching the flower beds this summer because the mulch would have washed away. Otherwise, our yard has been drinking the wetness in, absorbing it like a hard, dry sponge.
I took a walk around the neighborhood in the drizzle and found blobs of pillow fuzz a few blocks from our home. Afterward, I went to a friend's house and played Canasta - very poorly BTW. Those ladies cleaned my clock - but the laughs and time together were priceless.
When I got home Bill and I made fish sandwiches and homemade potato chips for dinner.
And that, my friends, was how I spent the day of Hurricane Debby. How did you entertain yourself?
