I'm the Real Scaredy Cat
I'm at work yesterday when I hear people in the newsroom commenting on the bad weather coming. I hear schools are closing all over because of tornado threats. I panic...my heart rate goes up and I felt extremely stressed. And I HATE being that way, because I used to love storms. I'd even sit outside on the porch to enjoy them.
But then I lived through Hurricane Hugo in Charleston, SC., the Clarksville tornado of the late 90s, a major lightening strike on our house that sounded like a sonic boom and burned up every TV and VCR in the house (and blew a hole in the foundation) and lastly, the tornados that ripped down Hwy. 13 last year and took the roof off the house across the road from me,tossed their pontoon boat over their house like a toy boat and tore down huge trees all over.
Thank goodness I had my pets with me that day, because if I wasn't here I would have freaked out with worry about them. The cats were locked in the apartment, I was in the kitchen with the dogs. I hear on the TV news that twisters have been spotted and are headed RIGHT MY WAY from Erin. It was raining, thundering, etc. I look out the kitchen window facing West, and the sky was as black as the darkest night, a sight I'd never seen with ANY storm. My heart leaped into my throat and tried to choke me. That's when the electricity went out.
We don't have a basement or any inner hallways, so I grab a bottle of wine, the dogs and go to the master bath, close the door, get into the tub and start drinking. The wind sounded awful and that's all I could hear, as I couldn't use a TV or radio. I couldn't stand the silence spiked ever so often with scary wind noises, so I started singing theme songs from old TV shows to drown out the frightening sounds. Now I can't sing for S%$#--I'm worse than Edith Bunker--but it made me feel better. The wine helped. I think the dogs were more traumatized by my singing than by the storm, especially Peanut, who I can make howl with my off-key pitch if I want to. But since I only do that to annoy The Boss, I sang "normally" which is almost as bad.
I polished off the entire bottle of wine in the tub that day, singing "Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale..." and "Here's the story, of a lovely lady..." By the bottom of the bottle the tornados could have carried me off and I wouldn't have minded that much. My panic attack was averted and the tornado missed my house. The dogs were there to kiss and hug, which was real good medicine for my nerves.
I hate being a scaredy cat because I always prided myself on being tough and a take-charge kind of person. Just goes to show we all have our fears and weaknesses. However, we pet owners are lucky to have best buddies who help us through.
posted by Sandy at 3/02/2007 07:07:00 AM