Last Sunday, rain, wind and locusts descended upon Ridgefield, CT, courtesy of Hurricane Irene.
What a mother — She bitch-slapped our house.
Photo from the Ridgefield Patch
We received the alert Saturday via robocall. Connecticut Light and Power (CLAP for short) advised us to prepare for the worst and expect the worst or something.
“The Hurricane isn’t so bad,” I told my husband Jim late Saturday night in the early stages of Armageddon.
“Just you wait,” Jim warned. “First Selectman Rudy told us it would be bad. He said, ‘When the power goes out.’ No ifs, ands, or buts.” I hate it when Jim is right. Hurricane Irene walloped our town during the predawn hours.
A CLAP worker called it. “Power DOA at 5:45 a.m.” (more…)
7:37 p.m. – A pinkish blue sky, with a white streak of clouds, grows darker as I write these words.
No rain or wind yet but I fear the entire sky will soon turn black. Is this a foreshadowing of things to come?
The phone rings at approximately 8p.m., a robo-call from the First Selectman, a.k.a. dah Mayor. It’s an election year, but the call is not blatantly political.
Just letting us know he’s not on vacation.
The First Selectman advises me (and others like me) what the town has done to prepare for the storm.
A leaner after Hurricane Sandy 2012
“There will be shelters available for the displaced.”
I’m always displaced.
“We will advise you of the locations at a later time.”
Before or after cell towers become airborne projectiles?
Saturday, August 28
9 a.m. – Rain falls from the colorless sky and then slaps the ground. No wind yet in real-time. Just blowhards spewing doomsday warnings on TV.
“Stock up on canned food, water, and batteries!”
For vibrators or flashlights?
“Stay off the roads after midnight!”
Just a typical Saturday night.
9:21 a.m. – Another robo-call. This time from Connecticut Light and Power.
“We are doing everything possible to prepare for the storm.”
Making hotel reservations for the CEO?
“Assume all downed wires are live.”
I never considered an inanimate object a living creature before.
“Crews will work round the clock to restore power after the storm. But power may be out for days or longer.”
We’re going to need a bigger generator.
TV news continues to report on the hurricane as if the storm has already blown the east coast to smithereens. Panic reaches a new high as the news reaches a new low. They love to stoke the fear and incite chaos thus creating more news to fill the 24-hour cycle.
More hurricane news later.
Unless Connecticut Light and Power pulls the plug.
Washing dishes is not magic realism, fantasy or science fiction. You cannot wish a dish dirt free by rubbing a Genie’s lamp or will it clean with telekinetic abilities.
Dirty dishes in a sink remain in a state of food decay until said dish undergoes a Loofah scrub or dishwasher purification ritual.
You cannot change a dish from dirty to clean with a click of the remote control or get rid of a dish with a mafia hit. Dishes aren’t disposable and should not be tossed in the trash after just one use.
Leaving a dish unattended in the sink won’t teach it the virtues of clean living. There is no 12-step program for a plate, no pharmaceutical solution for dirty dish disease.
Don’t you know it’s sacrilegious to smite crockery at night?
A plate must stay chaste. You must cleanse its ceramic soul after defiling it. Otherwise, it might embark on a germicidal rage, corrupting Sippy cups juiced up on acidic vitamin C while sliming strung out saucers.
Gunk on a plate stays on a plate until you take the plate in your hand and purify it with Palmolive dish soap. Can I hear a hallelujah?
Brother, you must rid the dish of grease streaked sin by sanitizing it in suds. Enough is enough. You must absolve the dish of past residue and grimes of passion.
Purge the plate of maleficent Rocky Road and pecan pie. Flush the demons down the drain. Shine that plate until you can see your face reflect the pristine white glow of soap. That’s all it takes to free a dish of the grit that taints it.
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