Henny Penny-ism happening here. If you were to listen to the news, for sure you would think (like Henny Penny) that the sky is indeed falling.
All they can talk about is the “storm surge” and they don’t really care much beyond their own noses. No one is talking what it means for us in the higher places. How much rain? How much wind? Oh no. It’s all about STORM SURGE.
We have battened down the hatches in every way we can around home. Today found us taking a final swing through the grocery store for more canned dog food, olive oil, more bottled water, bird seed (the silly birds are eating us out of house and home) and more wine where the line was 15 people deep at the liquor store.
In addition to everything we did yesterday to prepare, today we filled both bathtubs full of water for flushing toilets and water for sponge baths and I filled seven large zip-lock bags with water and put them in the freezer in the garage fridge for help in keeping things in the fridge cool if need be.
We thawed out a turkey we had in the freezer and cooked it today, thinking it would just go to waste if the power goes out. It smelled like Thanksgiving all day long.
Right now outside you’d never know anything is coming. It’s been creepy outside all day but maybe that’s because we know something is coming.
Whatever happens, it can’t be a very pretty picture considering how big this storm is. I don’t know much, but I do know that Sandy is coming and she’s pretty pissed off.
Rick’s Jack-O-Lantern.