80 mph winds, rain, snow, flooding, people canoeing through New York City - these are all possibilities according to the news anchors.
No one gets in or out and don’t forget to fill your bathtub with water (you’ll want to flush your toilet after a few days without power).
So far the general buzz surrounding the windy beast has been somewhere between, “fuck it” and “we’re all going to die”...
Yesterday people were in the streets hauling cases of beer and bags of snacks back to their hidey holes.
Who wants to stay sober during a colossal shit storm?
A few besides me it seemed. When I made my hurricane supply run it was to the health food market. Let me tell you - not busy. And I was there an hour before they closed the doors and two hours before the city shut down. Sometimes it is easy being green...
I stocked up on shit to juice and canned organic goods. Some raw foods. H2O and coconut water incase of a major drought.
All of that silly shit aside, I had some thinking to do.
I was on the “fuck its” team, but just incase the damn thing did take me out, I did a quick mental life assessment.
I was doing okay. I sure as fuck didn’t want to die, but if it was in my cards to be drowned alive or blown in to bits, I could do so happily and with a smile on my face. Sounds cryptic and grim, but to be able to have that feeling is pretty damn rad.
Granted there’s a lot of shit I still want to do, but incase it’s my time, I’m good to go.
I went through plastic surgery puberty, finally tattooed my hand, my hair’s done...Oh wait that’s all superficial shit...
In the “what matters” category; I cleaned up, found my place in the world, created my own business, branded my name, wrote a book, landed a solid group of friends, found my heart and cleared my head of all it’s primordial vomit.
I’m sitting pretty. But pretty requires maintenance and it’s not easy and hurts sometimes. So if I’m still here, writing Tuesday, I’ll make sure to continue on that path. Bumps and all.
Thoughts and Prayers to all of those in the sights of that silly bitch named Sandy.
Check out the blog on it's home site @
www.hihaveyoumetme.com for previous writings and more.
Don’t forget to stalk me further at https://twitter.com/#!/hihaveyoumetme orhttp://www.facebook.com/authorkatemonahan
No one gets in or out and don’t forget to fill your bathtub with water (you’ll want to flush your toilet after a few days without power).
So far the general buzz surrounding the windy beast has been somewhere between, “fuck it” and “we’re all going to die”...
Yesterday people were in the streets hauling cases of beer and bags of snacks back to their hidey holes.
Who wants to stay sober during a colossal shit storm?
A few besides me it seemed. When I made my hurricane supply run it was to the health food market. Let me tell you - not busy. And I was there an hour before they closed the doors and two hours before the city shut down. Sometimes it is easy being green...
I stocked up on shit to juice and canned organic goods. Some raw foods. H2O and coconut water incase of a major drought.
All of that silly shit aside, I had some thinking to do.
I was on the “fuck its” team, but just incase the damn thing did take me out, I did a quick mental life assessment.
I was doing okay. I sure as fuck didn’t want to die, but if it was in my cards to be drowned alive or blown in to bits, I could do so happily and with a smile on my face. Sounds cryptic and grim, but to be able to have that feeling is pretty damn rad.
Granted there’s a lot of shit I still want to do, but incase it’s my time, I’m good to go.
I went through plastic surgery puberty, finally tattooed my hand, my hair’s done...Oh wait that’s all superficial shit...
In the “what matters” category; I cleaned up, found my place in the world, created my own business, branded my name, wrote a book, landed a solid group of friends, found my heart and cleared my head of all it’s primordial vomit.
I’m sitting pretty. But pretty requires maintenance and it’s not easy and hurts sometimes. So if I’m still here, writing Tuesday, I’ll make sure to continue on that path. Bumps and all.
Thoughts and Prayers to all of those in the sights of that silly bitch named Sandy.
Check out the blog on it's home site @
www.hihaveyoumetme.com for previous writings and more.
Don’t forget to stalk me further at https://twitter.com/#!/hihaveyoumetme orhttp://www.facebook.com/authorkatemonahan