the need for ice

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.