Buffalo Gal

Frances usurped our weekend, cancelling plans and forcing us to spend way too many anticipatory hours with The Weather Channel.
But she has proven to have the good grace to weaken considerably and stay largely south. Sure, she'll dump enough rain and wind on Sunday and Monday to preclude rescheduling anything for the outdoors, but I've come to rather like the big, breezy, broad.
Thanks to Frances, we are, inadvertantly, looking at a long weekend of quiet solitary pursuits -- reading, writing, cooking.
Distant friends and family are checking in to make sure we're high and dry. Without high wind tales to tell, it has been a series of opportunities to catch up on the little things.
After months of the endless battle to keep the house show-ready for potential buyers, there are dishes in the sink and laundry piles on the floor. Nobody's coming THIS weekend.
Traffic on the island is missing the tourist tangles and wandering souls. On the mainland, it seems that others are also staying close to home thumbing through comfort food cookbooks. My husband and I spent a couple hours window shopping, a pursuit I never realized either one of us could possibly enjoy. We came home with a few gifts for others, and books for ourselves.
In a few minutes we'll ride over to the movie theater just before show time, there will be no line at the box office and popcorn purchase is not likely to be a half hour ordeal.
I do not mean to be flip about the storm. I know Frances is not being nearly as kind to the folks below us. For all the grief I take about weather in my hometown of Buffalo, I'll take a thousand blizzards before one hurricane with its accompanying tornadoes. I've been through them a couple of times now and there is no weather event worse than a hurricane hit.
But there may not be anything sweeter than being missed.

Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs

Buffalo Gal Judi Griggs I'm a communications professional, writer, cynic, mother, wife and royal pain. The order depends on the day. I returned to my hometown in November 2004 after a couple of decades of heat and hurricanes. I can polish pristine copy, but not here. This is my morning exercise -- 20-minute takes without a net or spellcheck. It's easier than sit ups for me. No guarantee what it will be for you. Clicking on the subscribe link will send you an email notice when each new entry is posted.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2004-09-04 4:24 PM A hit and miss weekend Frances usurped our weekend, cancelling plans and forcing us to spend way too many anticipatory hours with The Weather Channel. But she has proven to have the good grace to weaken considerably and stay largely south. Sure, she'll dump enough rain and wind on Sunday and Monday to preclude rescheduling anything for the outdoors, but I've come to rather like the big, breezy, broad. Thanks to Frances, we are, inadvertantly, looking at a long weekend of quiet solitary pursuits -- reading, writing, cooking. Distant friends and family are checking in to make sure we're high and dry. Without high wind tales to tell, it has been a series of opportunities to catch up on the little things. After months of the endless battle to keep the house show-ready for potential buyers, there are dishes in the sink and laundry piles on the floor. Nobody's coming THIS weekend. Traffic on the island is missing the tourist tangles and wandering souls. On the mainland, it seems that others are also staying close to home thumbing through comfort food cookbooks. My husband and I spent a couple hours window shopping, a pursuit I never realized either one of us could possibly enjoy. We came home with a few gifts for others, and books for ourselves. In a few minutes we'll ride over to the movie theater just before show time, there will be no line at the box office and popcorn purchase is not likely to be a half hour ordeal. I do not mean to be flip about the storm. I know Frances is not being nearly as kind to the folks below us. For all the grief I take about weather in my hometown of Buffalo, I'll take a thousand blizzards before one hurricane with its accompanying tornadoes. I've been through them a couple of times now and there is no weather event worse than a hurricane hit. But there may not be anything sweeter than being missed. Copyright 2004 Judi Griggs Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top