At 7:30 this morning, the supermarket was packed. I felt bad for an elderly man who had a huge stack of frozen dinners – “They were on sale,” he told the cashier.
“What if your power goes out?” I said.
“Ah, I’ll be fine.”
Then I went to the Home Depot, which was a lot less crowded, but still pretty crowded for early Sunday morning. There, I had the happy task of buying a 5-gallon bucket with lid, as I was instructed by a friend who’d been through extended power outages. For what? Don’t ask.
Last night, I bought a few bags of ice at the local convenience store. “If this runs out tomorrow, are you getting more Monday?” I asked.
“Oh yeah, we’ll get more. I don’t know why everybody’s buying so much ice.”
“Because of the big storm. We’re going to have power outages,” I told her.
“But only for a day, right?”
“They’re saying to prepare for at least a week,” I said.
Her eyes got big. “But I have a baby on an apnea monitor,” she said.
I didn’t know what to say; she was doing shift work at a convenience store, I knew she couldn’t afford a backup generator.
“The hospitals always have power,” I told her. “If you have a problem, call them.” I didn’t know what else to say. In a visceral way, I really got it: The working-poor folks who went through Katrina were too busy holding their lives together to deal with a hurricane. Who has time to watch the news?
Remember the other day, when I posted my friend Richard’s astrological prediction not only about the storm, but about earthquakes, too?
A 7.7 in British Columbia this morning. Fortunately, only a tiny tsunami followed in Hawaii.
Neil and Crazy Horse:
Since the bushes are going to be stripped bare, I went out and cut the last of the roses today. Aren’t they gorgeous?
Told about proposed Romney policies (which are really Obama policies). This kind of psychological filter is hard to cut through: