I’ve been neglecting the blog for various reasons, but since we’re in the middle of a tropical storm and I have no power, but a fully charged MacBook, its become my number one priority for the day (to be posted when the Interwebs are available again, which best be before the Jersey Shore/VMA combo night I’ve been looking forward to for weeks).
I started my new job two weeks ago. So far, so good. I love love love the commute. Thirty minutes from my driveway to my cube (and the longest part is from my car in the garage to my cube). The people are very nice, and I’m learning my way around. I don’t have any friends yet, but I keep busy by IM’ing Joe and it’s almost like I’m still in Boston, until I have to go to the caf alone and start talking to myself. It’s amazing that I haven’t made friends, huh?
On the plus side, I have been getting up and joining my buddy Tony Horton for a little P90X each morning. In the past two weeks, I’ve worked out for 12 days, and gained 2 pounds. Go me. I’ve also been sound asleep by 10pm most nights. J is up later than I am, which almost never happens.
Last week was one of those weeks where everything went wrong. Nothing major, just stuff, and stuff I don’t want to blog about. How’s that for vague? It’s all fixable, and partially inspired the blog title (which is, of course, a song by OAR called “Over and Over”).
The week did end with a happy note. My best friend in the world got married Friday night, to a guy who is super sweet (despite the fact he’s from Smithfield), loves her very much, and has passed the test with her crazy family and friends, so he’s a keeper. It was a beautiful, simple wedding, and we had a great time being a part of growing their favorite tree.
Yesterday we had a lovely day eating munchkins and watching Man v. Food, then hanging on the beach until we got kicked off. Next, we waited two hours for a table at a restaurant on the water while drinking $2 ‘Gansetts. Thankfully, our food came before the surf kicked up and we were kicked out. This little piggy would have lost it if she had not gotten her burrito. It was the first time I’ve been to this place, and I’m hoping it doesn’t get washed away so I can go again. That was a good burrito.
That brings us to today, and Hurricane Tropical Storm Irene. Here’s a little tip: if you ever want to know when a bad storm is coming, just call me and ask for J’s schedule, because he’ll be at work during every storm we have. Luckily, he went in for 7 this morning and missed the worst of it on his ride in, and I’m hoping he won’t leave until the worst is over.
I, on the other hand, am home alone with no power, waiting for a tree to come down on my house, and bored out of my mind. I got up at 6 and brought the plants in during a downpour, so now I have a table full of wet, dead, plants. We lost power around 9:30, so I folded laundry, changed the sheets and unpacked from our night away. I’m trying not to go in the fridge to conserve the food, and I didn’t work out this morning to conserve electricity. (I’m a do gooder like that). I’m not really sure what I’m supposed to do next, but I believe it will involve wine of some sort. I wish I could sleep until it was over, but that’s doubtful. Did I mention that I had to shut all the windows because the rain kept coming in, and it will soon be 88 degrees in here? My biggest fear is that my iPhone will die, but plan B is to sit in the car in the driveway charging it with the AC on. Someone come look for me soon, okay?
Update: going on five hours without power, but J brought home some AA batteries that fit in my iPod dock, so I can listen to music all day and charge my iPhone as needed. I’m on OAR song 28 of 90. I may have heard “That was a Crazy Game of Poker” 5 times already. I’m on my 3rd glass of wine and my second meal of lukewarm dip & chips/crackers.
Update #2: I’m posting this on Monday night, from my brother’s apartment, waiting to eat my first hot meal since yesterday morning. Obviously, we still don’t have power, and I’m not happy. I drank a lot of wine and ate a lot of crap yesterday, so much so that my body was begging for a vegetable. We came here to shower, do laundry & eat. We might not have power for a week, and I’m not pleased about the four bags of food we had to throw away. Note to self: next time, actually prepare for the storm like “they” tell you to.