Good afternoon, all, and thanks so much for the concern yesterday. The nightmare appears to be over...although they have been working out there all night...and are still working. Hubby and I kept the music on all night just so we could get a little sleep. I'm waiting now for my new cable box...and then my household should be back to normal.
Yes, what a weekend it has been. Reminded me of something I learned a long time ago..."Always expect the unexpected." I also realized that I may cry and tremble, but I do have what it takes to handle an emergency. I was able to keep a clear enough head to gather what was important in case of evacuation. In a small way, yesterday brought me back to 9/11. Oh, I don't mean that I am comparing the two, because there is NO comparison whatsoever between the two incidents...but, the feelings were somewhat similar in the effect of not knowing what is going to happen next. It's the 'not knowing' that is the most frightening. The feelings I had yesterday were much the same as those I had on that fateful day. Back then, I was staying strong for the 46 people in the halfway house who depended on me to stay strong. Yesterday, I stayed strong because there was nothing else to do...but stay strong. Fortunately, no one was hurt yesterday, but they could have been. First, one manhole exploded, and then another, and yet another...all the way down the block and out of each flames were shooting up. It really could have been much worse.
Have to share this one with you. The ignorance of some people!!! At one point, I looked out, and there was a woman with a child in the stroller and about 5 other children ranging from age 2 to about 7. And there she stood, stroller and all, no more than 3 feet away from one of the manholes that had exploded...and she was letting her children, toddler's mind you, lean over to get a better look. She made no effort to move until the police chased her away. Now, is that moronic or not? And, that wasn't an isolated experience. It was happening all day. And when the men were trying to do their work, all the children of the neighborhood...and there are a lot...were all hovering around in their way. This after we had all been told to stay indoors. I just don't get it. To me, human life is far more important than 'getting a good view of the action'. (I actually heard one mother say that her children didn't want to miss any of the action).
Oh, well, we can never know what makes some people tick. We don't know how they think, what they think. I'll never understand why supposedly loving parents can allow their children to be around such obvious danger. Let's face it. My son is in his 30's and yesterday he went to the store for us...just before the car blew up...and I was a nervous wreck, so worried about him. Yet, these mother's don't seem to care. Is this another sign of the times?