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September 20, 2003 (day 3) 12:23 p.m. Dad just left for Lisa’s (they drove off
to stay with Crystal near VA Tech) to get their chainsaw and grill (they
said that he could break the lock off their shed as long as he put
another one in its place) There was a confused squirrel running
around one of the trees that had fallen this morning as thought it was
saying “where’s the house? Bruce, where did the house go? It was
right here the other day.” Breakfast
today was oatmeal with water heated up from the extra coffee pot from
the generator. According to dad, the mayor went by the firehouse, and
said that ice trucks would be coming to town soon, and those ready to
eat meals the military gets. I honestly find that a little exciting. I always wanted to
try one of those. They sell them at the commissary all the time (at
least they used to), and I remember after the Persian Gulf war, they had
a big sale on them at the commissary and I thought that was the neatest
thing. 10:06 PM The first two days without power was
“cool”, it was okay, fine and dandy like sour candy, but today was a
little less fine and dandy. I just keep getting more and more worried
about stuff. I’m so afraid that the “Pocanantas” (yes, that’s
the name of it) neighborhood is going to start some sort of race riot
soon. Especially if the Red Cross truck that is supposedly coming
tomorrow runs out of food. Mom thinks that the stores in Newport News
are going to be open. That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard.
Although I guess we need to find something for dinner tomorrow night. I
could live off of peanut butter and jelly until the power comes back on,
but mom’s being real picky, so we’ve been finding things from the
panty that we can cook in a pot on the grill (soups, canned chili,
etc…) I really don’t want to go out until the power is back on
everywhere though. I don’t want to see impatient assholes go at it at
every gas station and grocery store, etc… For our two hours of TV time (dad goes to
the firehouse during this)we watched decorating cents on HGTV, and then
I subjected mom to 30-45 minutes of my Ed Helms tape. (since there was
"nothing" on TV) Luckily she didn’t pay attention to it.
I’m not going to watch the Emmy’s tomorrow night. I wasn’t
planning on it either hurricane or no hurricane. I was just going to
record daily show’s parts on my TDS tape, and just watch the whole
thing on the Win TV, but now I can’t even do that and I’m still ok
with it. I’m sure if they do win, I can find a picture off of yahoo
news pictures. My anitasdailyshowpage@hotmail.com
e-mail address is probably unavailable by now, since I get about 30
pieces of SPAM a day and that takes up all the space in the inbox.
Yesterday I told mom that it may get to
the point where we’d be eating Bitsy’s Beggin Strips, well I guess
we’re going to have to wait off on that. Dad found a Food Lion in
Suffolk that was open, and he brought home with Vienna sausages, Beans
And Weenies, some Zatarans jambalaya that we can cook with hot water
some snacks, and a pack of pork chops that we cooked tonight for dinner
on the grill. I hear that we’re going to try to go Wal-Mart in Suffolk
tomorrow. I don’t want to go, its going to get more and more tense
every day in every place we go to. I don’t really care that I’m missing
the Emmy’s this year. I was just going to watch the categories that
Daily Show was nominated in, but I can’t even do that since we can’t
get the fox affiliate on the TV. I don’t mind though. I’m being subjected to the Survivor
premiere re-air tonight. (well at least until the generator runs out of
gas) I tried taking a bath tonight, but the water was way too cold. I
thought I could handle it, but all I could do was just sit there and
halfway shave my legs. Next hurricane that comes around, we need to get
two big tin basins, fill them up with water, sit the m outside, cover
them with tarp so nothing flies in there, and let the sun heat the
water. It’s rumored that the power is going to come back on tomorrow
morning, so dad told me to unplug everything in my room in case we get a
surge. I get sadder and sadder when I walk in my room now since I spend
about 15 hours a day downstairs now. I can still see remnants from
Wednesday morning on my desk, the journal I was reading, the half drank
can of Pepsi Vanilla, the piles of schoolbooks on the floor. My room is
a disaster area; I think most of the rooms downstairs are. Mom was
itching to do some cleaning today.
School’s closed tomorrow, but I guess I
should still study for my art history test tomorrow. There was probably
no way I could of gotten there anyway if school was open. Unless I took Jefferson Ave. in Newport News all the way down,
thus making my commute two hours long.
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