I ran really fast this morning. It was great and yet sobering at the same time as I realized that my fast time was because it was only 58 degrees and not because I'd magically lost 30 pounds overnight.
I'm glad I ran fast this morning as my Muay Thai class last night sucked. Well, not the class. It was me. I sucked. I was feeling every bit my age and couldn't seem to mentally get past all my aches and pains. Blech.
I have been completely captivated by the efforts in our area to restore electricity. If you take a look at our major utility's outage map, you will notice that the right hand side of the state, which was the hardest hit, also has the least amount of recovery! People are frustrated and complaining. I drive on a major road every day and all of the traffic lights are not working. Dangerous. Mama Helen and all of the Helen siblings STILL don't have power. On Monday, we had everyone over for hot showers, a hot meal, use of our freezer to store food, and electricity to charge cell phones and DS players and laptops. A mini after hurricane party if you will. We passed out keys and told them to come on over anytime. That's what family is for, right?
What amazes me even more is that Irene was only briefly a Cat. 1 hurricane when it hit my state and quickly turned to a tropical storm. Yet she left behind hurricane type damage. Last night Mr. Helen got home from his karate class, walked into the living room and said, "I thought we were just lucky before. Now I'm going to say that we are BLESSED to have never lost power!" So true.
We live in one of our county's 2 'cities' which are not cities at all compared to a real city. But, my town is citified with city issues so we are considered a city around here. Lots of times friends who have fled to the suburbs and even family have questioned why we remain, especially during the time frame 5 years ago when we were buying the Helen homestead. One person literally said, "Why would you remain in the ghetto?" We remain because we don't think it's a ghetto, and in all the years I moved around, the 30 years I've lived there is the longest I've lived anywhere, and because we love our city,and it's in Mr. Helen's blood as he was born and raised there. If I won the lottery, I might move to a fancier house than the one I have but I can't imagine not living in my city.
Anyway, living in the ghetto has become a standing joke between us. So when he said that about the power I replied, "It's sort of ironic that all of our hoity toity suburban friends are still without power. Maybe this time it was an advantage living in the ghetto" Go ghetto!