Hello, Irene
We are probably overprepared for Irene, but better that than the alternative, right? Mike spent a lot of time bringing everything in from outside and tying other things down. I tried to help, but I was in charge of Elsa. She doesn’t care that we’re about to get slammed. She just wants to run down the street.
Poor Erik is feeling a little left out. Our new neighbors are about 10 years younger than us. They smoke. They drink. They seem like really nice people, but they are not likely to become our new best friends.
They ran into some other neighbors a little further down the street. The other neighbors are about 10 years younger than us. They smoke. They drink.
They are all likely to become best friends.
They all have kids in Erik’s age range and Erik loves to play with them. Fine enough.
Well, now they are planning a hurricane party for this evening and Erik wasn’t invited. His little heart is broken and he just doesn’t understand that it’s not about him.
I am pretty sure the neighbors were having sex while we were prepping for the storm. Erik knocked on the door to ask the kids to come play. They accidentally locked themselves out and were freaking out because they were scared. There’s nothing to be scared of yet, but they asked me to help them. They said it would probably be at least a half hour before anyone could answer the door because their mom was taking a nap and their dad was taking a shower and that always takes “forever.”
I waited outside with them and sure enough–it took at least a half hour before they came to the door to let them in.
At first I Was thinking “wow, that’s a long shower” then it suddenly dawned on me. Doh!
Ok, I guess I better go do something productive with my time. What, I don’t know. Pace and fret?