I woke up from a turbulent sleep of Hurricane Irene nightmares to a quiet somewhat brighter sky. Everyone was safe. There was no broken glass or ruined belongings. My husband tried to leave for his usual weekend morning "I can't just sit around all day" drive, but when I reminded him that we had been directed to wait for all clear from the authorities, to my surprise, he stayed home. I made a big breakfast and my in-laws came downstairs to join us. During breakfast, my father-in-law gave me a mind blowing compliment. He said it was a "beautiful breakfast, better than Bayside Diner."
After breakfast as we settled in the family room to watch Tottingham vs. Manchester City on the main TV and a slideshow of pictures from my in-law's grand summer voyage on a second TV, a phone call came from next door. Zia had locked herself in her bedroom the previous night afriad of the hurricane and was having trouble getting the door open again. When they finally got her out, they saw that she was wearing all of her gold jewelry. She was ready for an emergency evacuation except that she couldn't get out.
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