When I arrived home I immediately brought in the outdoor bistro set and filtered several pitchers of fresh water, just in case. We were going to be just fine, I had never been so prepared for anything like this. Within our reach, no matter where we were in the apartment, I set up flashlights, candles and made sure we had plenty of charge on all our electronics.
My pre-Irene imagination was filled with ideas of Brian and I coloring, and playing cards in the candlelight but when our power went out at 9:30 on Saturday night, the actuality of what happened was far from what I had imagined. I panicked; I had never seen it so dark. While I get up to use the bathroom every night (at least twice) I suddenly found the walk to the bathroom impossible to navigate without scraping my shoulders on every corner.
Strong winds and heavy rain had me alarmed and I began forcing Brian and I to pack an emergency bag in case we had to leave. Extra sets of clothes, medicine, granola bars and bottled waters were quickly shoved in to one of our gym bags. Where would we go? I have no idea. I could not relax. It was hot, I was sweating and I was thinking morbid thoughts. As far as I was concerned, we had just enjoyed our last meal… Brian’s mom’s sauce…that’s what he always tells me he would want as his last meal.
My pre-Irene preparation had me convinced I would be able to stay calm during the storm. However, as winds were whipping around our building it finally registered that being the composed one in our apartment is not my role. It never will be, no matter how hard I try or no matter how bad I want to be that person. Brian is the one who continues to act cooly and logically when I am spinning in circles. He assured me several times in spoken words and in actions that everything would be alright. Even though I will never understand how he can remain so relaxed all the time, I am so grateful that he's always the calm before the storm, during the storm, and after the storm.
That's why he's the Peach! As Daddy always says the ying and the yang is what works the best in a relationship. Calm and crazy sometimes, just like Dad and I. It works! So happy to see a new entry, I so enjoy them! I Love You
ReplyDeletei can't beleive it took a hurriciane to get you to write , but i;ll take it. A lesson learned is that being prepared or knowing what is coming will not always make make a situattion easier, but you should also take with you that you did all you could to be ready , so you freed your self from the "if only i did this guilt ' Next time do everything the same except don't panic and sit closer to brian and spend some of that time coloring Love Dad xoxo
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