Update:
That's right I am putting the update before the main text of the blog. Why? Because I can and I feel like it.
The tsunami never really tsunami-ed. As in it was more like a really elaborate drill. The water levels did change in a few spots around the island, but no more than when we get high tides or big surf. So it's all good. No go read the rest of the entry and see if you can pick up on my craziness...
This time last year we joined thousands of people in downtown Waikiki to participate in THE biggest party of the year for Halloween. Costumes, dancing, fun, and a babysitter employed until 3 in the morning...this year is a different story.
The tsunami sirens started around 8pm.
It's funny, kind of. This is our second time going through a tsunami. I am markedly less panicked. Sort of. Mostly. Really, I am fine.
It's funny how similarly this time around has gone as compared to last time.
Last time I was at my neighbors watching a movie until she got a call from a concerned family member. This time we were watching Halloween movies with the boys and had no idea until our on-island friend called us.
Last time as soon as we knew I tried calling our family and encountered difficulty grabbing and keeping a signal. This time it took me 20 minutes of trying to get through to my mom.
Last time, the boys slept through the sirens and me running around packing in case we had to go. This time they are sleeping through it again.
Last time the tsunami, for the majority of this island, was nothing. HOPEFULLY it is the same this time around too.
The nice thing is that Andy is home. And (bonus!) Jeff is here, too. And we don't live on the water any more. We live 1/5 of the way up a mountain. So that's cool.
But I am still jittery.
And the guys are both making fun of me for going into my "freak out" mode...albeit they have no clue how mellow this freak out is.
So I am parked on my couch, glass of champagne in hand (don't judge, we toasted Saturday night and Andy being home for a disaster for a change), watching the local news (totally ignoring CNN, by the way--drama queens) and being glad I am not downtown, glad I do not have a reason to be on the interstate, and glad I am not questioning if we should be evacuating.
If I think about the "what if's" too hard, I get all tight chested. In fact, I am living the inverse of one of those chest crushing scenarios--being separated from my children. All of my babies are tucked safely in bed...plus one. We are hosting one of Matt's best friends overnight. His parents live in our old neighborhood. His mom and I have been in contact (over Facebook since the cell towers are swamped), but I know she must be a little worried.
But it's all good. The first waves are set to hit in about half an hour. I am sure it will be fine. If it isn't, the real impact won't be felt by our ohana for a few more hours yet. It will be the lasting effects that will make a difference: food, water, electricity type impacts. But we are praying it is fine. That we get an all clear with no major (or even minor) damage.
That's right I am putting the update before the main text of the blog. Why? Because I can and I feel like it.
The tsunami never really tsunami-ed. As in it was more like a really elaborate drill. The water levels did change in a few spots around the island, but no more than when we get high tides or big surf. So it's all good. No go read the rest of the entry and see if you can pick up on my craziness...
This time last year we joined thousands of people in downtown Waikiki to participate in THE biggest party of the year for Halloween. Costumes, dancing, fun, and a babysitter employed until 3 in the morning...this year is a different story.
The tsunami sirens started around 8pm.
It's funny, kind of. This is our second time going through a tsunami. I am markedly less panicked. Sort of. Mostly. Really, I am fine.
It's funny how similarly this time around has gone as compared to last time.
Last time I was at my neighbors watching a movie until she got a call from a concerned family member. This time we were watching Halloween movies with the boys and had no idea until our on-island friend called us.
Last time as soon as we knew I tried calling our family and encountered difficulty grabbing and keeping a signal. This time it took me 20 minutes of trying to get through to my mom.
Last time, the boys slept through the sirens and me running around packing in case we had to go. This time they are sleeping through it again.
Last time the tsunami, for the majority of this island, was nothing. HOPEFULLY it is the same this time around too.
The nice thing is that Andy is home. And (bonus!) Jeff is here, too. And we don't live on the water any more. We live 1/5 of the way up a mountain. So that's cool.
But I am still jittery.
And the guys are both making fun of me for going into my "freak out" mode...albeit they have no clue how mellow this freak out is.
So I am parked on my couch, glass of champagne in hand (don't judge, we toasted Saturday night and Andy being home for a disaster for a change), watching the local news (totally ignoring CNN, by the way--drama queens) and being glad I am not downtown, glad I do not have a reason to be on the interstate, and glad I am not questioning if we should be evacuating.
If I think about the "what if's" too hard, I get all tight chested. In fact, I am living the inverse of one of those chest crushing scenarios--being separated from my children. All of my babies are tucked safely in bed...plus one. We are hosting one of Matt's best friends overnight. His parents live in our old neighborhood. His mom and I have been in contact (over Facebook since the cell towers are swamped), but I know she must be a little worried.
But it's all good. The first waves are set to hit in about half an hour. I am sure it will be fine. If it isn't, the real impact won't be felt by our ohana for a few more hours yet. It will be the lasting effects that will make a difference: food, water, electricity type impacts. But we are praying it is fine. That we get an all clear with no major (or even minor) damage.
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