My mother lives on Long Island (My accent changes when I speak to her but that may be another post.)
Last week, she said ‘a storm is brewing, but it won’t be as bad as a hurricane.’ Today, I awoke to news reports of the East Coast closing off and shutting down. I got worried. Part of me wanted to be back there (it happens occasionally), stocking up on batteries and board games like everyone else.
As a kid, storms and power-outages were fun for me. A break from routine. The radio and ghost stories. In shadows, but happy. Even my parents were nice to each other, as I went from one house to the other during a particularly bad storm. I remember Dad had electricity, Mom didn’t.
Anyway, good times.
Now, I worry a little more.
I called my mother earlier tonight, to see if she was prepared for Hurricane Sandy.
‘They closed the roads, the tunnels, everything. The lights are flickering. But I’ve got the flashlight and the radio. I’m good. If it gets wild up here, I can go downstairs. Or I’ll go to bed.’
‘Just don’t wake up in Kansas,’ I said.
‘That’ll be one way to fix up the house.’
And so, dear readers, don’t wake up in Kansas. Unless you live there. East coasters, stay there and stay safe. And play a board game for me.