BevMergency

It’s been five years since I posted and I’ll save you the I’veBeenUpAt4:30amAlmostEveryDayForTheLastMonth spiel, and try to get my tired ass in gear (I know you miss me). But for now, I want to share a little life snippet.

I’ve always said that I’m not necessarily the person you want to have around in an emergency (see startle reflex for Exhibit A and my life/this blog for Exhibits B-Z times infinity..), and I really hope that nothing life-threatening ever happens near or around me.

This theory was proven this week when cousin Bessie and Alfred found themselves directly in the path of Hurricane Irma on their honeymoon. Bessie’s texts became increasingly frantic from Monday evening into Tuesday afternoon, and the whole Page family has been in a bit of a tizzy as Bessie and Alfred have had one hell of a time getting out of the Dominican Republic and into a safe, dry resort. (dry, as in physically, not alcoholically) Uncle Bart was able to get them to Aruba, but not after an absolutely hellacious 24+ hours of planes, trains, and automobiles. Add in shaky electricity, not speaking the language, a smoky smell upon take-off, all on top of an impending Category 5 hurricane, and all chaos was starting to ensue. 

Turns out, that in an emergency, my advice is to hoard peanut butter from any open buffet you can find and to stuff any cash in your body cavities.

Fight or flight?

More like, “Find a bite; get cash outta sight.“

You’re welcome.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I really am getting up at 4:30 again tomorrow, and I need to go rummage through my cabinets for my ZzzQuil.

I (along with the Page family) will sleep much more soundly tonight, knowing Bessie and Alfred are out of harm’s way. And I won’t be accepting cash from them anytime soon.

-Bev

P.S.- thoughts and prayers to all affected by the recent (and imminent) hurricanes. And fires. Seriously, what is even happening?