My husband stopped at the store last night on his way home from work. We do our grocery shopping on Saturdays and all reports indicate the enemy will have us surrounded by then. He picked up what we will need for the weekend.
Provisions: check!
Cardio and upper body workouts increased: check! (yes, the visually challenged shovel)
In case of a power outage,
Lanterns, flashlights and candles: check!
Sister Rain and Company at the ready!
Obviously my lifelong proximity to Valley Forge, Philadelphia and Washington’s Crossing (the Delaware) have made a huge impact on me. Plus my obsession with the TV series TURN: Washington’s Spies. And this little Schoolhouse Rock ditty, The Shot Heard Round The World whuch keeps playing through my head. While gathering our armament, the shovels my husband was carrying became muskets and I struggled to bend down to pick up the heavy bag of rock salt in my corset and hoop skirt.
To all in Jonas’ path, God bless. And God bless America. And God bless my poor husband and Piper, our parrot, as they will be trapped in the house during the storm with me and my most vivid imagination. And there is no way to prepare for that.