COLBIE

Tue., January 27, 11:26 AM

What a dumb title for a post! As far as that goes, it’s a dumb name for a storm, but it’s unique, and if I want to refer to it in the future, I should be able to find it.

Above all, don’t make plans. Yesterday I thought I would do laundry. I had amassed a large pile of dirty clothes — because I couldn’t find my laundry charge card. I would be able to do that, and then my plan was to take a hot shower and bundle up in a fluffy towel…

We knew the storm was coming, but no one was planning to go out in it. Then came one of those phone calls to everyone; dinner would be served to all seatings at three o’clock, in order to allow the staff to leave early. Move up the plans for the shower. No one had made adjustments for the elevators, or lack of them. Of the three we have, one is out of order and has been for several weeks. Taking the faster one, it still took me fifteen minutes to get down. It stopped at every floor, where people insisted on joining us even though it was full. Typical.

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Actual serving didn’t take place till about four. And the food wasn’t very good. I left without waiting for coffee and dessert. I was tired; I would do the shower next day. We could see the storm, wind and snow. The wind continued to squeal, and the tower sways. (You can see the swaying if you check the toilet, where the water sloshes. Ahem.) I went to bed.

In the middle of the night, there was a loud crash. One of my windows had blown open; the winds were very strong, and the snow was coming in. I closed and locked the window, but I was aware that something was still open. The blinds were swinging with the drafts. I bundled up with extra blankets and went back to sleep.

When I woke up, the apartment was like a refrigerator. It was torture getting out of bed. The window I had locked was wide open, and there was ice on the sill, not to mention the melted ice that was dripping all over.

I managed to set up a pot of coffee and sat to enjoy it. (I sat on a hoodie and a heavy sweater, so they would be warm enough to put on.) I went downstairs to report what happened; I don’t know where you report emergencies during a crisis. The managing director was at the security desk, and she came upstairs to check the window; evidently I got it tight enough to hold for a while.

Y’know, we are lucky. Most people followed instructions and stayed home. There were minimal highway accidents and no fatalities. For the most part, very few people lost power. I’m okay for now, except that I still haven’t had that shower. Don’t make plans!





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