It began when I read my daughter's (TL) comment on my previous post. She lives in florida, so the word "hurricane" tend to strike fear into my heart. No matter how I "normalize" it, no matter how many "rational" thoughts I put with it, no matter the "logic" that I apply . . . my baby in the path of a hurricane is purely hell!
So I went to the NOAA site since I hadn't checked on the path of Ernesto for a couple days. It didn't help. Not at all. Ernesto is currently projected to enter Florida roughly at the tip, close to the Keys. If this holds true, it will be on land for a short while and exit land just about where she lives. The good news (?????) is that this means it will probably be a tropical storm rather than a hurricane. The bad news is . . . MY BABY GIRL IS THERE!!!!!
Next I called her to whine and moan, and it only got worse. She sounded a little bit "out of it," although her sense of humor is intact. Seems that today she was called out of her classroom by the principal to briefly cover "hurricane procedures." The school hasn't had its official "what to do in case of . . ." inservice, and as a new teacher this year, he just wanted her briefed. Then, back in the classroom, she continued with her activity of cutting paper and managed to get her finger in the path of the blade, slicing off the flesh at the side of one finger!! She and her paraprofessional managed to bandage it, but it continued to bleed, so she was off to the office for a more serious packing. While I was talking with her, she said that she is now medicating herself with wine and painkillers. Works for me! I'm medicating with a margarita at the moment!!! Let me tell you . . . mothers do not need this kind of information, even when the "child" is 36!!