Now all I’m hearing is the wonderful music of chainsaws. The sun is out. It’s relatively warm. I’ve had breakfast. And other than the phone call from work, I’m doing okay. Thankfully, it’s nothing that I have to go in for. I’ve got power and internet.
Additionally, thanks to the miracle of Cushy Academic Job–I’m in the midst of my four day weekend.
Now with the lightning and the thunder and the wind.
And Fight Club.
I love this movie. I could start the movie, pick a random location, and enjoy that scene. I think the movie is that well crafted. If you haven’t seen it before, go out and watch it. Ask one of your friends if you can borrow it.
Because they own it, it’s that good.
Everyone knows it’s windyyyyyyy!!
*cough*
In any case, it has begun. The rain has started, albeit lightly. The wind has started to pick up. It’s a bit tentative, but it makes its presence known through the not so gentle scratching of the magnolia tree against the windows in my family room.
The police have started to cruise Connecticut Avenue and inform everyone that no cars, under any conditions are to park on Connecticut Avenue.
Overall, there are still people walking around, more than I would expect, but other than that, it’s been pretty quiet.
I got my orange juice, and I overheard Joe saying that he has to stay with the store in case they lose power or anything happens.
So, I’ll admit it. I’m one of those, “last minute” grocery people during imminent natural disasters. Oh yeah, that’s me, in line, with the milk, and the cereal, and the bottled water.
I have the day off today, which was convenient for people like me. So I went to Joe’s, down the street, and I was in line with about half a dozen other people.
I finished my transaction and filled up my bag, when the next person in line came up with their items.
Two small limes.
“Going to ride out the storm with gin and tonics?”
“You know it.”
We shared a laugh and I went back home, suddenly realizing that I had forgotten orange juice.
Guacamole Doritos make me shudder. Not in anticipation, but in fear. What ever happened to non powdered guacamole, the kind made 30 minutes before the party, with a squeeze of lime, and just the right amount of kick?
Like how Sarah makes hers?