We are now officially on lockdown. The winds are beginning to howl, and it’s dark and ominous outside. It’s apparently serious enough to drop the Oxford comma. Shit got real.
Every major network channel in NYC is showing 24 hour news coverage of Shady Sandy and her path of destruction. The tide came in so high that waves were cresting over onto the Battery Park sidewalks. The worst part of the storm so far? We were unable to procure any bags or tins of mixed nuts without peanuts in them. Clearly, the end is nigh if the Captain is being forced to either pick out his peanuts or eat peanuts atop his oats.
Last night, I walked to the typically always crowded drug store to buy more baby wipes, and it was a friggen ghost town. There was no one out. No one on normally busy roads, no one falling out of a bar, singing Queen at the top of their lungs, no one running to the Halal cart for street meat. There was just….no one. Do you remember that scene in “Vanilla Sky” where Tom Cruise is alone on a NYC street? it was like that, only less Scientologyish. I do think Lord Zenu or whatever could’ve landed on Ocean Parkway and no one would’ve been the wiser about it. If I were an alien, landing now wouldn’t seem unappealing.
Not a soul on the sidewalk at 7pm. A bit odd.
I live in zone B, which in NYC hurricane terms means I am not evacuating. Alas, not all of my friends were so lucky. Some of them are bunking down with me until Sandy tears through here like a sailor through a brothel. Let me tell you what having 2, very active 4 year olds in your home is like.
I am pretty sure that’s a word, if not, it’s at least a feeling. They do keep each other entertained, though. They also eat a LOT of bananas. Kids sure do like an individually portioned fruit! Personally, if we’re going with single serving fruits, I’m going to have to stick with the apple, but that’s neither here nor there. I haven’t holed up in my bedroom, crying in the fetal position yet, so I think I’ll make it!!! Though, there is no way I can put feet to pavement today, and so it remains to be seen if I will be knocking on senility’s door by the end of this. I may have to do a Bob Harper DVD to get out my anxiety.
The threat of the storm, plus Crossfit made my head throb yesterday, not just with senility’s attempt at forcing my brain into jelly, but with PAIN. This caused me to drink THREE drinks yesterday. Do you know what I have today? ANOTHER headache. I’m clearly a genius.
I think today I’ll just watch the trees out front and wait for the crazy, because really? What choice do I have?
BTW, it sounds like Amtrak is on my second floor…ahhh wind.