As of 6 PM tonight 77 % of new town was without power. But not us! Hell yeah! Some kind angel was smiling down on us today. We sat inside marveling at the pounding driving rains and insane winds all day with the tv on alternating between Lost season 2 episodes and the news. It was kind of lovely. I like hanging with my boys. We did lose power for an hour and a half, it was just in time for us to have a lovely candle light dinner and spend some time reading by flashlight. Matt gave up at 9 o'clock and went to bed, and then the power came back on.
Poor Matt is so worried about planes flying out tomorrow. Yes, it is time. It is time I have to take him to Hipster U. My baby is all grown up and ever so ready to spread his wings and fly. I must admit that he does an excellent job of trying to contain his excitement. If I wasn't a raging hormonal super stressed super sensitive split personality freak of nature I might not realize the child has been literally counting the seconds until boarding the plane to Hipster U. since the moment he walked down the jet way on the day he returned from his summer Romanian adventure.
I try not to take it personally. I tell myself he is not running away from me, but running to his future awesome life. Hipster U. doesn't realize how lucky they are to be getting him. I'm jealous of his college.
Tomorrow, weather and the powers of the universe permitting, Matt and I will board a plane and we will be flying to Hipster U. Should we wake up and discover that our flight is cancelled, or the airports are still closed or something, we will gas up my truck and hit the (hopefully cleared of debris) highways. The 9 hour drive to Hipster U. together would be nice, but the 9 hour drive home alone crying so hard I have to pull over would be terrible. And after all that car time my back would hate me for at least a week. The morning will hold the answer!
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