I got my haircut at 9am. I was still a little foggy so I forgot to say, “Mary, just a trim this time.” She gave me a beautiful, feminine haircut; it is just that it is short and I have gray hair and I think I look a little, shall we say, dyke-y. Her haircuts grow in beautifully, so as long as POB (partner of blogger) is ok with it, I am ok with it. It just means I have to be more vigilant about lipstick and less willing to do errands in my gym clothes.
It was a beautiful day. I started to run, then walk, then run along the Hudson from Charles Street back up to the upper Upper West Side. I meandered some, too. What a gorgeous day. Hard to believe a Hurricane was bearing down on us. I walked into Duane Reade on my way home and bought two gallons of water. No long lines; lots of water. It was 12:30pm.
POB and SOS (our son, source of sanity) came home from the beach (thank G-d) and we had lunch and POB went for her hair appointment (for the importance of this, see prior blogs). SOS and I go to Duane Reade to pick up more water. No more water. It is 2pm.
In that 90 minutes, New Yorker started to panic.
We have supplies. I checked. We are pretty much set for a short term problem.
Later, we have dinner out, since I know we will have cabin fever during the hurricane. POB went to the store for produce and SOS and I went to RiteAid for some more candles, etc. The line is insane. New Yorkers really started to believe in Hurricane Irene.
We passed a bodega and sandwich place and we walked in. Plenty of gallon jugs of water. No lines. We got four gallons. We passed a wine store. We got four gallons of wine, also (just joking).
Ahead of the Irene, local governments shut down harbors and establishments along the waterways. I got a call from the bride of Saturday’s wedding, saying that her venue was shut down and that she was getting married in two hours. I was still so happy for her. She is now married to the man she loves and that is really all that counts.
Oh, yeah, checking my blackberry? Not so much.
