Good Day, God
I have a new appreciation of the physiological and emotional effects of simply waiting. Hurricane Douglas gave us a near miss (65 miles north) this Sunday. Getting ready for the hurricane on Saturday was actually satisfying. Off to City Mill where I actually found D batteries for a flashlight AND bought two small flashlight plus two that fit on the head like a miners lamp! We already had water. . . so it was just a brief trip to Costco for nuts and canned goods. (As I write this, God, I am overwhelmed at how very fortunate I am. I have so much to lose.)
Back to my hurricane preparation! For the last hurricane I took my 37 potted plants and moved them all into our home. My wonderful husband Kit wasn’t really happy about that. But I was relentlessly over preparing!
For this years hurricane I was up to 47 potted plants and it seemed as if just putting them right up against the walls of our townhouse would work. Once that was done in the front and in the back — I was free to wait.
That night I was unable to sleep — hovering in a state between excited anticipation and dread. Around 2 p.m. I had a wee bit of a feeling it would pass us by, and I fell asleep. Then Sunday it was watch the news — intermittently — and wait for it to have officially passed us by. At that point I was more in a state of lethargy than anything else.
And today? I am happy, relieved, thankful and tired.