Meanwhile, I still haven’t heard from two of my three brothers. And I won’t start a list of “friends” who didn’t bother to check on us during or after the storm (waiting until I blogged does not count).
This is so cool. It’s guilt-trip heaven.
Instead of “hello,” I’m going to start off every conversation with: “Yeah, I’m alive. Thanks for asking, ya bastard.”
Did I mention that I don’t have very many friends?
Speaking of friends, the way people have pulled together during this has been incredible. Sure there are the typical jerks on the roads, but mainly people have been great. Those with power (and air conditioning) have been hosting those without. Neighborhoods have been getting together to barbecue and feed those who have no means (and to help them clear out the perishables in their fridge). When the city crews were busy clearing main streets, guys with chainsaws helped cut paths through the side streets. I’ve had more conversations with my neighbors in the past few days than during the previous 10 years! It’s a cliche, but you can usually count on people to rally together during a crisis.
This just in from south Orlando and JustAGirl:
We’re doing well. Had a tree rip in half and bounce off the roof (big oak — at least I think it’s an oak) — minimal damage to the roof. Had the top 50 feet of our cedar tree ripped off and deposited on the neighbors van. Had large limbs off of the two maples we have in the back yard. All in all, a big mess. But the clan is alive, well and feeling good. Not only that, but I have had the pleasure of seeing my neighbors banding together like family and the acts of kindnesses abound. It’s been wonderful to see how we humans can come together in a time like this — well, you know what I mean.
We were without power until yesterday late. I was able to bake a chicken, make mashed potatoes and serve my family a nice meal. I also did a gozillion loads of laundry last night. It was great. And the hot shower this morning…ooo-la-freakin’-la!! It was heaven.