Hunkering down for the hurricane

Growing up in the DC area, we didn’t have a lot of hurricanes coming through. Sure, we had some – but nothing compared to my BIL (a native of Louisiana). Still, I know enough that there’s wind, there’s rain, and the biggest trouble can come from being caught out in the mess unnecessarily. So, I was neither surprised nor upset when I heard that school was canceled in our town. According to the automated call we got last night, the school system was closing because the Governor had declared a state of emergency and asked ALL state schools to close for the day.

This wasn’t a huge problem for me; I had only one meeting that I didn’t control, so I had to check on its status this morning (it was canceled shortly before it was due to begin). Other meetings were pushed to next week. DH was planning to go to work for one immovable meeting scheduled for 2pm, but after some convincing (and several messages from the MBTA encouraging people NOT to take the T unless absolutely unavoidable) even he canceled and decided to stay home with the kidlets.

It’s a good thing I didn’t have to drive to work today. Aside from the fact that the wind has been howling since last night, the mall where I park closed for the day and it’s entirely unclear that I’d have anywhere to PUT my car whilst at work. My office also decided to close early, since RIPTA was suspending all service effective noon. The MBTA announced they were suspending all service effective 2pm. Truly, I don’t recall this type of thing happening much, so it’s unfamiliar territory.

Being at the mercy of the school system is a whole other animal, too. We’ve been spoiled by a daycare center that’s open nearly every day of the workweek, minus a handful of federal holidays. Having the school system suddenly dictate our calendar – that’s a whole new thing.

So, we prepared as best as we could. First up: we didn’t put a lot of food in the house. This may sound really nuts, but I keep tons of food in the house anyway. There’s typically at least a week’s worth of food (or supplies to make things) without having to reach for many, if any, fresh ingredients. I have no idea how that happened, but somehow I have a pantry that looks like it could belong in a fallout shelter. Only the barest requirement for milk was picked up at the dairy yesterday; we didn’t want milk taking up all the space in a cooler, should we lose power, so I got just enough to get us through a few days. To supplement that, I bought juice box-sized packages of shelf-stable lowfat milk. If we need milk, we have enough for several days.

Second, I baked. Not knowing whether we’d have the ability to use the oven (since power outages knock out the thermostat in the oven), I made both congo squares and gingerbread scones. Since things were still in okay enough shape this morning – but we went through the last of the pre-packaged chocolate chip mini-muffins, I took a few minutes aside to modify my chocolate chip muffin recipe for mini-muffinization. YUM.

Third, we charged things as much as we could. The Mophie I’d gotten for BlogHer’12 got fully charged up, in case I drain my iPhone battery while trying to keep up with news, family and friends. DH loaded his iPad with episodes of the kids’ favorite TV shows before putting it back on the charger. We weren’t able to get more lanterns yesterday, ‘CUZ EVERYWHERE’S OUTTA LANTERNS (or so we learned as we went from store to store). So, enh. We will deal with the lantern, flashlights, and flameless candles. It will just have to be enough if we lose power.

It would be less concerning if A) we lived in an area where the power cables ran underground, B) we lived in a house NOT surrounded by 50′ tall trees, and/or C) we had no kids to be concerned about amusing and keeping safe. But, as all of those things are actually NOT the case for us, we will soldier on – as so many others will, too.

Here’s hoping we all get through this okay.

Brain misfires and other musings

It occurred to me only today that I’d previously said I’d have a review coming up today. My neurons must have been misfiring when I’d written it (yet I’ve left it in, only because it seems incongruous just to edit it without comment); the review can’t be published until NEXT Friday due to a media embargo. Sorry about that. Here’s what’s running through my head right now, so that I can actually avoid be totally called out for the whole “post Friday morning” thing.

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I will eventually get around to posting something about those last few veggie boxes…probably. The more I think about it, the more I feel sad that the kids don’t eat squash reliably, which leaves dh and me with the burden of being the ones to eat aaaaaalllll of the squash that comes into the house. Worse still, unless we just put it into the crock pot, it’s relegated to the weekend only. Our work schedules don’t get us home until (best case) 5:30pm, and there’s just not enough time to get squash cooked to our liking between then and 6:15pm dinnertime. Oh, the joys of a schedule dictated by younglings’ bedtime.

We were also surprised to see that this week’s veggie box (which we didn’t purchase) is the last one of the season. I guess I should expect these things, but the other veggie box program went so deep into the winter that I didn’t think too hard about when this one would end. The farm does, in fact, have another veggie box program that’s all organic, but the focus of that is ORGANIC, not LOCAL, so the overwhelming majority of box contents come from farms as far away as California and Mexico. Sub-optimal. I can do that myself at the grocery store. Sigh.

We did get a hankering to make some baked potato/leek soup after seeing a suggestion for baked potato soup in the e-mailed flyer from our grocery store. Good thing we have a bunch of CSA potatoes just waiting for a purpose to their existence. Now, to acquire some leeks and a really good crusty bread. (don’t mind me while I just drool in anticipation)

 

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I’d like to pause for a moment to talk about my love/hate relationship with shopping. Being a person of relatively hefty size (typically 14/16 in clothes, shoe size 9W or 9WW), shopping for things to put on my body can often feel like self-inflicted psychological torture. I spent the better part of an hour browsing Kohls the other day, picking out items to wear to work, and finding…one dress. Of the several shirts, dresses and pairs of pants I dutifully hauled off to the fitting room, I found…one dress. That’s it. Decent deal, but a bit of a disappointing outcome (which I attempted to amend with an addendum purchase on their web site that night, looking for the right size of things I’d seen in the store in the wrong sizes).

My shoe travails are also well-known among friends and family, since wide shoes (and shoes for people with feet that can fall into ultra-wide or WW, depending upon the manufacturer) can be incredibly hard to find in decent styles. Prowling the aisles of the DSW near my office, I find cute shoe after cute shoe, with the manufacturer offering only the Medium/B width. It’s to the point where I just want the manufacturers who don’t even bother with wide shoes to stop labeling their shoes with a width. If you only manufacture one width, just don’t waste my time giving me hope that there may be a box labeled wide. Please. It’s cruelty.

Thankfully, I’ve had some decent luck with Clarks. It seems like they’re becoming my new go-to manufacturer, since their wide shoes are comfortable for day-wear, even pumps. Seriously: Me. In pumps. Previously unthinkable for an all-day affair. Of course, the flip side to that is that the shoe I found is completely and totally discontinued and can’t be found anywhere in any other color but the one I have.

I’m sure I’m not the only one who finds something that fits and says, “Order me 2 or 3 of that in different colors!” Or if I am, screw it. I don’t mind being that person. As I’ve learned, when you find something that works: GO WITH IT. That philosophy works for clothes, shoes, and dealing with the kids. At least it has so far…

{interlude} Writing about writer’s block

(Believe it or not, I actually have a post queued up for later this week. I’m not even joking or anything.)

Life’s been pretty crazy lately. Within the span of one week in late September, I managed to barnstorm to NJ for my aunt’s funeral and have four wisdom teeth yanked out of my head. Since then, when I haven’t been off at a kiddo birthday party for a classmate/friend of dd or ds, I’ve been at work preparing for meetings with the high muckitty-mucks of my employer…or just generally trying to ignore everything.

Ever have one of those nights where you just can’t stand to be social, or at least you just don’t want to talk about it? Now, imagine having that night for weeks on end.

It’s not that I suddenly became unable to write. Or maybe I did. At least, I became unable to find something I wanted to talk about quickly enough. I can’t seem to figure out how to mind-meld enough with my iPhone that I can just gaze at it intently and have it translate my psychic thoughts into a post that gets tagged and posted just as I’d like it to be without additional futzing or my getting smartphone-thumb from too much tapping at the infernal virtual keyboard.

We have continued to get veggie boxes for much of the last month, and I’ve even been keeping track of the costs, although I have yet to pop it all into Excel. Once I do that, it’ll be easier to deal with. I may just even post them all at once, just to rip the band-aid off and get moving forward again.

I’m also fretting about whether or not we should order a native turkey from our farmstand (they have a deal with a local turkey farm), at a cost of $3.99/lb, or just leverage the fact that we WILL spend enough money at our local grocery store to cash in on a $0.99/lb deal for a fresh Butterball or Shady Brook Farms industrial turkey. Sigh.

And, in the middle of all of this we have our annual “do we need to replace our set of 8 place settings dishes with a set of 12 place settings dishes so that we can have more people over without resorting to paper?!” discussion. Seriously, this is what’s enveloping my every waking thought. Clearly, I need a new hobby.

Hey – at least I haven’t waxed rhapsodic about why you should vote for this candidate vs that candidate in the Presidential or Senatorial or House races. As a Poli Sci major, trust me when I say that I could. Let me leave that with three words: Please just VOTE. I may not agree with your politics, and you may not agree with mine, but it would be nice if we could all have our voices heard. I plan to take the kids to the polls, as always, not just out of convenience but also to reinforce from an early point that voting is an essential right worth exercising.

So, that’s me. Stuck for words or stuck with so many words that it’s probably not good to spew them at you lest there be a general cry for me to get placed on medicine. I’ve just been really busy and my brain needs to settle down some. If nothing else, I have a new movie review coming up on Friday morning. If you want to occupy yourself in the meantime, try making some lasagna. That stuff never lets you down.