Hi, I’m still twelve years old. I still look to my Dad to tell my whether – or WEATHER – or not to be worried about something. When I was wee and in NC, we had tons of hurricanes and tornadoes. I could only sleep through the night if my Dad told me that the storm wasn’t going to be that bad, and that he’d wake me up if there was really something to worry about. I repeat – we had tons of hurricanes. And I slept through them. Okay, maybe not always slept. Sometimes cowered or cartooned with brothers. But, my Dad reminded me this morning that I have lived through Hurricanes just as strong as Irene. In New York we (hi, the news) seem to be panicking because it’s something we’re not used to, so we can do nothing but imagine the worse. Now panicking is on my top ten list of favorite things to do. It’s up there with rollerskating, sleeping and eating food. But this time, I think I choose to remain calm, but be prepared, and hope for the best.
I’d love to stay and chat, but I really have to go purchase 11 bottles of wine / water / gummy bears / candles / bread? Beans?
Should I sit in the eye of this hurricane, and eat beans?