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“Is the sky falling?”

Hurricane Sandy is on her way!  According to all the reports, this approaching storm is like no other we have seen here on the East Coast.  At least it’s one we haven’t experienced for decades.

Now my husband and I have completely different philosophies about such matters.  My motto is, “Hope for the best, but prepare for the worst.”  His is, “Don’t fix it unless it’s broken.”

Sometimes I wonder how we’ve been married so long.  I’m not obsessive; I mean I don’t own gas masks and have a stash of Cipro in my cabinet.  (Not that there’s anything wrong with that, by the way.)  But he’s watching the news, and yelling at the TV, “Wolf, wolf, wolf.”  You know, I swear, if it weren’t for me, he’d be the old guy with the beard you see on TV who’s determined to ride out the storm when everyone else has evacuated because he believes all the meteorologists are crying, “Wolf!”

Last year, during Hurricane Irene, my town became an island and we lost power for days.  It was horrible!  People’s homes were condemned.   So I don’t think I’m overreacting in the least.

Even though he thinks I’m a worry wart, he agreed to do a food shop.  He also agreed it was time to invest in a generator.  Of course, by the time this revelation hit, no generators were left.  Also disturbing was the fact that the grocery store was out of water.

Not to be defeated, I searched three more stores and got the last two cases of water.  Just before me, an elderly man had gotten three cases with the help of some woman.  Otherwise, I would have taken the last five cases.  I have a house full of people and this water will only last a few days.  All the while, there was this guy there staring at the elderly man and myself like we were crazy.  As I looked at his sparsely filled cart, I wanted to shout at him, “Why are you looking at us like we’re certifiable?  Haven’t you heard about this storm coming?”  Then I secretly wondered if he and my husband were in cahoots with each other.

I got home, checked for batteries, flashlights, and candles, and put water in the tub.  We’ve cooked food, put away lawn furniture, and I feel we’ve prepared as best as we can.  So now, I’m sitting at home, writing, reading, wishing for the best, and secretly hoping my husband is right.




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