Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Twix Me Maybe

Contrary to how it may appear, I'm still here.  I've just been busy with this, and that, and the other. 

That leftover Halloween candy isn't going to eat itself, you know.

Don't judge.

Also?  Someone has to get to the bottom of this Petraeus business.  Citizen investigative reporter, that's me.  Amazing what one can learn on Twitter.

Anywhoo, in between Twix bars and Twitter updates, I managed to escape (ALL BY MYSELF) this past weekend to visit some neighbors who had moved a few months ago.  I drove up to their independent living community (or what they somewhat fondly refer to as their Adult Detention Center), where I spent an enjoyable day or so in the company of lots of people so much older than me that I left feeling rather spry and spring-chicken-ish.

Then I looked in the mirror.

On my way back, I visited my dad in NJ.  Let me just say that I have never seen so many downed trees and cut up tree trunks and branches in my entire life.  People, things were pretty darn serious up there.  They still are, in fact.

Donate to the Red Cross, will you?  I don't know what we would do without those people.


  1. Clicking back through your links, I think I love your 80 year old neighbor. I am proud to say I haven't eaten any halloween candy. Visit my blog Wed. morning for my rant on that! Because I've just decided to rant about it!

  2. I just talked to a friend from New Jersey; she says it's post-apocalyptic.

    The Petraeus thing is un-freaking-believable.

  3. I wonder how many candy bars I could eat from the kids' stash before someone noticed... judging from the plethora of wrappers in their bathroom garbage pail, it wouldn't be too hard to hide the evidence! (Except for the scale in my own bathroom. Darn!)

    Adult Detention Center (heh!) is what my dad would like to call it, too. I'm so glad you got to make those visits.
    The destruction along the coastline in NY and NJ is beyond comprehension. Thanks for the reminder about the Red Cross.

  4. The Twix and the Snickers are the first things I pilfer from the baskets too. When I'm down to sneaking Tootsie Rolls I know I have a problem.

  5. Still noshing here, too.
    Three cheers for the Red Cross. A noble place to give--and it's the season of giving.

  6. It's not just the coastline in NJ that got hammered. I live in Central Jersey 30 miles from the coast and my neighborhood looks like a war zone. There are still wires down and roads blocked 2 weeks later. South Jersey got rain and flooding. We got wind. Honestly, I prefer wind - there is no mold growing in my non-flooded house.

    1. What's crazy is that there was a veritable phalanx of utility trucks returning to Florida on the turnpike on Monday. Why are they sending them home when there is still so much work to do?

    2. There were a whole bunch of utility trucks parked in a strip mall parking lot while we were blacked out. I think the utilities need workers to clean out the substations more than they needed workers to repair outside lines. So they may have have 3 person crews attached to those bucket trucks, and sent one person home with the truck while the other 2 were still cleaning transformers with toothbrushes.

  7. I donated right away, you know. Donated for the people who live too far away to help in person, and signed up to volunteer here at home, too. RI was lucky in that nobody died, but certain areas are unrecognizable. (Don't get me started on the wisdom of building a road and tourist destination on a barrier beach.) I spent an afternoon hauling an unbelievable amount of stuff (including the entire contents of a restaurant kitchen, including at least 100 extra-large cans of tomatoes) out of a salt pond. And I've been feeling guilty ever since that I haven't been able to sign up for another shift--I can only do weekends (kidlets) and I don't always have a spare weekend day (kidlets again).

  8. I agree the devastation is horrid. Thankfully miraculously my parents were spared much damage in CT. So many friends without power, destroyed homes, etc. Donating everywhere there is a place to help. And thankfully I bought candy I hate and have no kids home to bring me candy I like. Whew.