Basically, I did no pre-planning for Hurricane Helene.
She wasn't on our path.
There were no evacuations.
The schools were not closed a week ahead like they normally are.
No worries.
I slept well.
Everything changed on Friday morning.
I didn't leave the house.
I was shell-shocked.
I was totally discombobulated.
By Saturday morning I was visiting every store in Savannah looking for those frozen chunks.
None of the traffic lights were working,
roads were blocked
trees were no longer standing,
gas lines were a mile long.
But, of course, people were out gawking at all the damage.
It was treacherous.
I was near panic.
Finally at my last stop, a very sketchy convenience store,
I paid $5 for a quickly melting bag of ice.
I took it home but it didn't last long.
I had no idea what I would do.
Sunday morning I saw that ice was being given away at Memorial Stadium.
I got in a long double line and waited my turn.
I got two free bags of ice.
What an answer to prayer.
I went there every day until the power came on.
They upped the number of bags we could have to four as the hot, humid days persisted.
A big shout out to the Salvation Army and all of the volunteers.
I ended up having to throw everything away in both the fridge and the freezer,
The ice couldn't save the meat and ice cream
But I got to have cream for my coffee and ice-cold water to drink.
Note to myself...
Maybe next time you hear that a hurricane is out there you should stock up on ice.
I'm looking into generators.
Bubba never got one.