Hurricane Irene

As I write this, the approach of Hurricane Irene looms over the area like a black, wet wash cloth. It’s really an odd feeling from people; it’s like they’ve gotten really stupid and can’t seem to think a solid thought. Though we’d all like to say we’re tough and we’ve been through lots of “stuff” in this area of the states, the reality is that the Mid-Atlantic region is a relatively safe place when it comes to natural disasters. They simply don’t happen much (if at all) in the Mid-Atlantic. Hurricanes are more likely to be sucked up into the Carolinas for some reason, or over into the Gulf of Mexico where it has its pick of landings. Earthquakes only happen on the left coast like the 1974 movie portrayed it. And tornados are limited to Kansas and the rest of the mid-west.

Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore!

Just within this month of August, we’ve already experienced a tornado, and an earthquake; and now (still within the same month), a hurricane. Your guess is as good as mine, Sam Champion’s, or Adam Joseph’s as to exactly where the eye will pass, but all I know is last night my partner and I stopped to look at Dicks (Relax! It’s a sporting goods store!). After our loss of electricity for an entire day and night after our harrowing tornado experience, we thought we’d be the smart ones and get ourselves a couple of battery powered lamps – one for the kitchen, one to keep in the living room, and one each for the bedroom and the bathroom. Just enough to offer a soft, romantic glow around the house for the evenings we’d be thrown into the dark abyss of non-electricity.

When we got to the store, we bee-lined right to the back where they have all the camping equipment, searching and searching and searching among the aisles to no avail. My partner finally went to ask someone where they might be and was promptly told “SOLD OUT!”


So off we trotted to the Target to see if we could rummage up some battery-powered lamps there. Dodging cart-wielding patrons with baskets full of 3 and 4 gallons of milk and stacks of bread and toilet paper, we zigged and zagged our way to the empty (yes, EMPTY!) shelves where any of the lanterns should have been. Not to mention, the wall of batteries in the other aisle we passed looked like Whoville when the Grinch was through with it.

We were screwed.

So off we went, slinking back home to dig out all the flashlights we could muster, and then run to the nearby Pathmark to get extra batteries. I can now say we’re about as set as we can be. Tomorrow we’ll make sure all the cell phones, laptops, and iPads are fully charged to last us as long as possible. We’ll get through this. I know we will. Tornado, earthquake, hurricane… aren’t locusts next???