I am among the millions of folks who have been evacuated in preparation for the landfall of Hurricane Irma. I have posted before about the fact that I try to find the silver lining in every cloud. So, of course, I am searching for things to be happy about as I hunker down here in a small hotel in a small town on the Mississippi border.
First of all, I am declaring this Irma-cation 2017. That certainly puts a positive spin on it, right? It isn’t really a “-cation” of any sort, but Irma-cation certainly sounds better than “mandatory, forced evacuation”, at least in my thinking!
I am a very reflective person most of the time, and this has certainly given me time to slow down and think about what’s going on in my life. The first thing I needed as I prepared to evacuate was the reassurance that those I love would be with me ~ my fiancé, my son, my daughter-in-law, and our pets. The rest of the family live in New Mexico, Connecticut, Ohio… far from Irma’s reach. Yes, a big sigh of relief that everyone is out of harm’s way. But now, on to the topic of this post: STUFF!
My “stuff” gave me a great big headache, for sure. I remember years ago George Carlin did a hysterically funny bit on “stuff”. I still laugh every time I think about it. The gist of his routine was that we surround ourselves with stuff. We keep all of our stuff in a “box” called an apartment, a condo, a home. Then, as we accumulate wealth, we buy more “stuff” and then have to buy a bigger “box” (house) to hold all of our stuff. We sit happily in our “box” surrounded by our stuff until something out of the ordinary happens and we have to travel! YIKES!! That is when the trouble starts! Now we are faced with the horrible decision about which pieces of “stuff” are important and must accompany us and which pieces must, sadly, be left behind.
And that is exactly what happened to me! I sat in my house last week surrounded by my “treasures”; I am certain that my collection is much too valuable to be referred to as simple “stuff”. I know, go ahead, it’s okay to giggle; I’m giggling now too, but at the time there were some tears involved. Anyway, I kept wondering how in the world I was going to walk away from my lifetime’s collection of treasures.
We are traveling in a small sedan. I can’t take my grandmother’s china hutch or the antique tea cart. I have to leave my mother’s grandfather clock behind chiming for no one to hear. My father’s desk, the pictures from my trip to Russia (taken before photos became digital)…the list goes on. So I stood with an open suitcase filling it with the non-negotiable “stuff”. Clothes, underwear, nightgown and slippers, make-up, shoes, laptop (a MUST for me!), snacks, and a bottle of wine all made the cut and came with me. All the rest was left behind.
Now I have a choice to make. I can either sit and worry about the fate of my “treasures” left behind while I listen to endless hours of Irma coverage in the hotel coffee shop, or I can focus on celebrating the fact that I am in a town I have never visited before, meeting new people here sharing my evacuation experience, and enjoying time with my family. I choose the latter. So, here’s to Irma-cation 2017. Indeed, I am richly blessed!