After about half an hour outside trying unsuccessfully to use our cell phones (I gave a helpful speech about why an earthquake might disturb cell phone service to a bunch of children), we were told we could go back inside. Then about 5 minutes later they changed their minds and told us all to go home. And I had only been at work for about three hours! I ended up spending the afternoon with Maren and Grace, making tropical squares, hiking in the woods, watching The Electric Company, and eating dinner. It was a really nice day. Thanks, earthquake! The only damage at work-some cracks in the walls that might have gotten bigger. The only damage at home-one of my pictures tipped over. All in all, my kind of natural disaster.
My second natural disaster was Hurricane Irene. I'll admit, this one wasn't as pleasant as the earthquake because:
- We knew she was coming. So we spent a lot of time getting really nervous about her.
- Even though I got out of work 2 hours early on Saturday, I have to use my own time for it. Boo!
- The main storm hit while I was asleep, so I didn't even get to appreciate it.
- There was apparently some kind of leaking by the front door of my house, so it is now freakishly hard to open and close it. We're really hoping that it will dry out in a couple of days and go back to normal. If not, our landlord says he'll come and shave down the doorframe or something. I don't know.
- Church was canceled. Of course, I had already made my food for munch and mingle, so now I have a ginormous bowl up substandard (I messed up the recipe) German potato salad to finish off, and I don't think I can do it. Plus, having home church is way hard. You can only do churchy things for so long by yourself before you start to go crazy.
- The tree in my front yard was almost completely blown over in the storm! I should have taken some pictures of it before I staked it up, but I didn't think to. So you'll just have to trust me. It was leaning over a lot more than this. Also, trust that it is a heavier tree than it looks. I literally could not get it to stand up any taller than this.
Update: Since typing the above, I have heard that school is starting tomorrow! I'm saved!
Anywho, those were my two natural disaster experiences. Since I have gone my whole life without living though any natural disasters, it's pretty amazing to have had two in one week. I can only conclude that this trend will continue and try to prepare. I think we'll be facing a plague of locusts next, but for our fourth disastrous occurrence, I can't decide what it will be. I'm torn between Rise of the Machines and Zombie Apocalype. The way things are going, we might get both! But rest assured, unless it's the Rise of the Machines, I will be blogging about it!
6 comments:
I wish you updated your blog every day. I always giggle so much! So glad I evaded the hurricane; staying in my apartment alone all weekend would have driven me crazy. Also, I will eat your potato salad (probably; I am kind of picky)!
Meredith, I love your blog! But I'm going to vote for the Zombie Apocalypse over the Rise of the Machines. And nice work with the tree!
I have a secret...squeemishness when it comes to grasshoppers. Not a full blown phobia mind you, but I think a locust plauge would trigger one. I vote for machines or zombeis. No wait; I got it! Cyborg Zombies! Lets get two disasters out of the way at once. I belieeve I would be a most excelent cyborg zombie slayer.
Ha, if Richard is scared of grasshoppers, I say a plague of 'em! Actually, I do think you'd be pretty bomb at slaying cyborg zombies, Richard. Word. And Mer, you would obviously do well in any kind of natural disaster seeing as you made it just swimmingly through these two. Bravo! Brava?
hahaha!!! I miss Meredith. Thanks for making natural disasters hilarious. I am glad that all was okay with you this time. Lets hope the Locusts are nice to you.
I'm not scared of grasshoppers! I never said I was scared. I just think they are nasty. They got little grippy feet that garb you when they jump up on your face! And what's with the brown gunk they spit out. I mean that is like licking someone when you are getting your but kicked, you still get whipped but you get the small satisfaction of grossing your assailant out. Fight fair grasshoppers!
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