Met-Ed sucks! There are still parts of this area that are without power. Luckily we (room mate Marti and I) didn't have that problem. We were prepared though. I went out Tuesday and Wednesday and bought 3 packs of D batteries. My parents house has been without power since late Thursday night. My mom was going to clean out the refrigerator today since Met-Ed told her there was no chance of her getting her eclectricity back before Monday maybe Tuesday. Even worse is what happened to my grandmother. She had her power back on Friday but lost it again this morning. Supposedly extra people have been brought in from Mass., Ohio, New Jersey, etc. to help repair lines and get people back online. I'll believe it when I see it.

Today I'm the odds and ends person. With all of the clean up and other things going on after Isabel we're swamped at job #2. So I've been designated the official odds and ends person for random bits of news that come in. Only one thing has really panned out but I've got phone calls out to four or five others. So now I just sit here and wait for return phone calls. It's frustrating. I want to get this stuff into tomorrow's paper but no one is calling me back. Ugh.

Yesterday was the day my church was assigned dinner for people at the Habitat for Humanity site. Because I am the official contact for our church I got bamboozled into cooking chicken pot pie for what was supposed to be 50-75 people. We cooked and picked 68lbs of chicken, cut and cooked 20lbs of potatoes as well as making 10lbs of noodles. How many people did we feed? 16. Bloody, freaking, 16. I was inwardly kvetching when we got to the site. In fact, I was so angry that we went to all of that trouble and made all of that pot pie (4 kettles worth) that I came home and ran 2.5 miles to work off some steam. Sigh. So now my Habitat commitment is finished. I am still going to do a shift of actual work on the house in October but I am done. The next time someone comes at me looking for me to take over some project or chair some committee I'm going to let out a resounding No. My time is valuable too darn it.

Speaking of, I would like to take a moment and personally address my friend Dave. I am sorry I can not attend our get together in NY next Saturday and I am sorry I ruined your plans for your booze cruise but I need to do what I think is best and right now that is not going. From the beginning I had said that if more people could go on Sept. 13 then do it that weekend. I would just see you all the next time we decided to get together. Unfortunately I was also under the impression we were going to leave earlier in the day to get up there as well. So, that being said, I know nothing I say will make you happy but I hope this helps a little. At least I didn't back out at the last minute.

O.k., now that I got that off my chest. I should get going. Cathy keeps handing me little pieces of paper with phone numbers and people to call. If I want to get out of here at 7 I better get cracking.

My inner child is ten years old!

The adult world is pretty irrelevant to me. Whether
I'm off on my bicycle (or pony) exploring, lost
in a good book, or giggling with my best
friend, I live in a world apart, one full of
adventure and wonder and other stuff adults
don't understand.


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