As you can see I have all the necessary provisions for a category whatever storm that's going to hit NYC so hard that they are shutting down the MTA system. No buses or trains or anything after noon tomorrow. This NEVER happens. Between you and me, Mayer Bloomberg is just covering his ass hoping to redeem himself after the debacle that was the snowstorm last Christmas.
Being a single woman in the midst of hurricane preparations is an eye-opening experience. First of all it's incredibly easy to stock up on survival items for one. No pets or annoying babies to stand in my way if I need to grab my emergency "go" bag and high tail it to higher ground. That's right, I'm free as a bird.
I plan to weather the storm with several good books I just bought and watch the winds from my apartment window. And you can see from the photo above that I'm prepared. Prepared to make peanut sandwiches with applesauce on the side. Notice there are three non-perishable chocolate items. Yes, this is necessary for survival. I swear.
But it seems other people feel weird about me being alone. Namely my married friends and my mother. I've heard a lot of this today: "You shouldn't be alone!", "You should come over here", "You should be with friends", and then just sort of "ohhh....you'll be home alone?".
Here's the thing married people and people in couples and my parents - I'M AN ADULT! A capable adult person who can make good decisions and deal with a hurricane outside my apartment while I'm inside - yes, alone. I've done many things alone, many things harder than this. I'll be fine. Also, I have no desire to be at someone else's place for potentially 3 days. I like my bed and my stuff and my clothes in my home.
The only thing that would actually make me want to be in a couple during this Irene business is the fear of being bored. With no mass transit starting tomorrow afternoon I'm relegated to my tiny corner of Brooklyn until at least Monday. If we lose power, god help me I will be bored. I fear boredom way more than dying. Dying alone? No biggie. Face it, we are all going to do that. Being alone with no one to entertain me or no one to laugh at my jokes. That is worse than death.