ok, now i’m getting nervous. i start my new job on monday. but i have new clothes and i know what i’m doing. and i still feel like a fraud…
it’s here! it’s here!
gin and tonic is the official beverage of my basement.
i just realized that i haven’t mentioned how terrified i am of tornados. i grew up in california. that should pretty much say all there is to say, but just in case, i’ll expound. i grew up with earthquakes. rattle rattle. and you go back to sleep. when i lived in mississippi for a year and a half, my ex and our roommates would run outside and watch the sky, while i cowered in front of the weather channel in our second-story crackerbox apartment and discovered religion.
i have gotten a lot better, obviously. but the first time i heard the tornado siren in this house, which was about two weeks after i moved in, i hid in the basement with a candle and a bottle of gin, and got so drunk, i couldn’t get back up the stairs when it was over. i had to sleep down there and pee in the shower. (yes, there’s a shower but no bathroom down there. it’s a local custom apparently.) i’ve upgraded from the candle to a battery-powered camping lantern and a book, but i still drink gin when the power goes out and the storm rages. tho, usually now, it’s to numb the computer withdrawal.
incidentally, i spent an hour fixing my fence, where the storm knocked pieces down, and i need you to know, it is nastier than monkey porn outside.
it’s only about eighty degrees, but it’s like nine million percent humidity. and i’m out there sawing chunks off a two-by-four and trying to swing eight foot sections of fence around and screw them back together. go sweaty me. feh.
this has been my bitchery for the day. thank you for listening.
hey, the power’s back on. that’s a start.
hello, air conditioning.
now *that’s* my tornado siren. and it’s not the first wednesday of the month. or 1pm. weather.com confirms tornado warning. warning’s bad, right?
off to watch the weather channel. and me with no gin in the house.