Monday, September 15, 2014

Binge-watching Netflix Can Lead To Disappointment

aka I'm Going To Whine About My Trivial Problem Now

As you may or may not recall, my television at some point became self-aware determined that it was going to have the final say on what programs I watched.  The tl;dr version for those who don't want to click the link: with no parental controls set of any kind, my television will randomly not allow me to watch shows -- even those rated PG or TV-14.  I cannot fix it.  Verizon cannot fix it.  Since my television still works fine (well...mostly fine), I refuse to buy a new one.

To give you a few recent examples of my television's fine viewing decisions:

South Park -- watch all you want

Saturday Night Live -- absolutely not

Sleepy Hollow --  go right ahead! No problem with this show!

The Mummy Returns -- a PG-13 movie, edited for television?  Nope.

So let's flashback a short time to when the first season of Twisted was airing.  I was actually able to watch the first couple of episodes, and I loved it.  I was hooked! Is Danny really a murderer?  I was vacillating back and forth.  

Turns out I would get to wonder for many, many months.  When the third episode aired, my television decided that I would no longer be allowed to watch that show.  I don't have a DVR, so no skirting the issue that way.  I tried to go in and watch the episodes "On Demand", but was still blocked.  

So imagine my joy when, a few nights ago, I discovered that Twisted was on Netflix.  YES!!  I have no idea how long it has been available on there.  It never even crossed my mind to check for it.  I had accepted my fate of never knowing whether Danny Desai was really a murderer. 

I watched the entire season in a couple of days.  Talk about a cliffhanger ending!  

I needed more!  I had become a Twisted junkie, and I needed my fix.

Maybe the second season is starting in the Fall?  I'll go somewhere else and watch it if my television is still misbehaving. I hit Google up for the answer.

Tragically, my search results told me that the show was cancelled.  Why, why are you doing this ABC Family?!  So now I am back to being bummed out over Twisted again. 

Silver lining: Avan Jogia will be playing Tut in a series/event to air on Spike next year.

 I am going to try very hard not to express any excitement about this, as I don't want to jinx it and/or him.  Maybe if the TV Gods do not think I have any interest in it whatsoever it will all go well, and my television will let me watch it when the time comes.







Saturday, August 23, 2014

Ice Bucket Challenge!

Done, baby!  I also donated.  You can donate on the ALS website.  I will also be doing the local walk here on October 19th, and you can send  donation to my walk here.




Friday, August 22, 2014

10 Books That Have Stayed With You

So, I got tagged in a post on Facebook to list the 10 books that have stayed with me in some way.  I didn't want to try to do it in a status update for three reasons:

1) I will screw it up somehow, and then I will have to go back and edit it.
2) I will accidentally post it before I am finished.
3) Some of my choices might need a little explanation.  Rather than having people wonder WTF I was about, or asking in the comments, I figured I could explain here as I go, then post the whole delightful mess to Facebook and tag people.

Without further ado, here are the instructions:

Here's the idea: In your status, list 10 books that have stayed with you in some way. Don't take more than a few minutes and do not think too hard. They do not have to be the "right" books or great works of literature, just ones that have affected you in some way. Tag 10 friends including me so I can see your list:

1) Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder  -- All of the Little House books really, and the television show.  My best friend and I loved Little House so much that we used to play it in the back yard, pretending we were members of the Ingalls family.  We might have loved it a bit too much, as we got busted one time for starting a real fire in my friend's back yard to be our cooking fire, and were happily cooking vegetables from our parents' gardens to make soup for dinner.  Needless to say we were the only ones who thought it was totally fine -- our parents did not.  (Hey -- I was a Girl Scout for years!  I had cleared the area, made a stone circle around it so it wouldn't spread.  It was fine, I tell you!)

2) Nancy Drew books by Carolyn Keene.  I read all of them.  I'm only talking the old-school, pearl wearing, roadster driving series.  None of this updated and graphic novel-ized nonsense.  I also loved The Hardy Boys, The Bobbsey Twins, and Trixie Belden, but Nancy Drew was the best!

3) Harold and the Purple Crayon by Crockett Johnson  I remember doing a book report on this in school at one point.  Not sure how I managed to do it.  I still love using pens with purple ink.

4) Cujo by Stephen King.  This was such a bad choice for me!  I was way to young to be reading it when I did, and I already was not a fan of dogs. Our neighbor had a crazy German Shepherd named Schultz that bit the mailman and tore his pants on several occasions.  If we kicked a ball into his yard while playing kickball, one person would be chosen to run across the lawn for the ball while everyone danced around and distracted the dog to keep him from attacking the runner.  There was also a series of mean, super-strength Doberman Pinschers -- all named Rocko -- that lived between our house and the neighborhood park.  Those things would break free from freaking metal chains and terrorize the neighborhood kids walking and riding their bikes past its house.  So I didn't like dogs much.  I didn't get very far into Cujo.  The bit about his eyes glowing red did me in.  I had a chair in the closet of my bedroom, and the moonlight winking off the chair at night had me convinced that they were glowing eyes and Cujo was in my closet waiting to kill me.  

5) The Old Man and the Sea by Ernest Hemingway.  Hated it!  Absolutely hated it.  It was assigned reading in high school.  I thought it was a colossal waste of time, and the old man should have cut the damn marlin loose sooner.  

6) Bunnicula by Deborah Howe.  A vampire bunny that drains the juice from vegetables?  This book probably started me on my lifetime love of vampire books.  (Except for the Twilight series -- I have no use for those, and only read them because patrons told me they were great.  I will no longer be taking suggestions from those patrons.)  Reading all about vampires at a young age is probably also the reason that -- for years -- I would sleep with a blanket wrapped around my neck.  Boiling hot outside and no air conditioner?  Didn't matter.  Every other piece of my body could be out from under the blankets, but there was at least going to be a sheet wrapped around my neck.  Why? Because in my tween/teen-age brain vampires could only bite you on the neck.  Arms and legs were safe, necks would get you killed by being too delicious.

7) The Sandman series by Neil Gaiman. I love this series so much. Dream and The Endless.  

8) Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.  I've read it in every format -- even the graphic novel (it exists!) and Pride and Prejudice and Zombies.  I love all of Jane Austen's books, and have read a lot of the biographies written about her as well.  I will admit that after seeing the BBC version, Mr. Darcy will always and forever look like Colin Firth.

9) The Mistress of Spices by Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni .  It's like a fable, colliding with the realities of life.  Magical.  

10) The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams.  I love this book.  I can read it over and over again.  The answer is 42, people.


I'm sure there are many, many other books that I should have mentioned.  I will probably think of something right after I post this and kick myself for not including it on the list.  Oh well.  For the time being, and based on my current mood, these are the first 10 books that came to mind which have had a lasting impression on me, for good or for ill.

Now I have to go tag friends on Facebook.

Thursday, August 14, 2014

So That Just Happened

I just went to the gas station, which normally is not all that interesting an event --depressing, possibly, when seeing how much it is going to cost to fill up the car, but not interesting.  This trip was different.

I'm at the pump, filling up my car.  A dude in a big pickup truck with Georgia plates is queued up behind me.  I'm about halfway through my transaction when he gets out of his truck, walks over and asks me if I can do him a favor.

Shit.  I'm kind of trapped there pumping my gas, and I assume he is going to ask for money.  Not like I can say I don't have any since I'm obviously buying gas.  I could not have been more wrong.

In his charming Southern drawl, he asks me if I would mind saying something into his phone -- a voice memo only-- so that he can have it to use when he gets back home.  He even held out his phone so that I could see that it was just the voice memo screen.

Okay -- I'm intrigued.  I ask him what exactly it is he wants me to say.  If he says something creepy, or disgusting, or even vaguely threatening, then this deal is off.

Apparently he has a buddy named Joe, and they like to pull pranks and jokes on each other.  He wants me to say, "Hey Joe, Fuck off!" into his phone.

I must have given him a quizzical look.  He explained that it wasn't for anything bad, but it sounded more "official" when someone from "up here, ya know, near New York City" said it.

Sure thing, new friend.  I'm happy to tell your buddy Joe to go fuck himself -- because I'm "official" sounding.

He recorded the voice memo, played it back for me, shook my hand, and got back in his truck to wait for me to finish pumping my gas.  That was the entire encounter. I don't even know the guy's name, and he didn't ask mine.

I found it all amusing, if a bit odd.  In retrospect (all 15 minutes of it), I have some questions.

1) Why do weird things like this always seem to happen to me?

2) How did this dude know that I would be cool with dropping the f-bomb for him?  Do I exude some sort of aura that says I am comfortable with profanity?  He picks the wrong person and they are likely to tell the attendant he is harassing them, or smack him. I'm glad to know that I don't seem uptight, or look like such a question would get my knickers in a twist, but I'm still a little curious as to how he knew I would be cool with such a request.  Does he think everyone who lives here is just waiting for the opportunity to tell someone to fuck off?

3) I don't think I have much of an accent. Do I have that much of an accent?  Apparently I have enough to sound "official" to someone from Georgia.

4) This better only be for his buddy Joe.  I don't want to read about a bank robbery or something where the perpetrator used a recording of someone telling a guy named Joe to fuck off.


***On a totally unrelated note***


Look what was delivered to my house about a week ago:

Yes, because it has always been my lack of knowledge about your website that has kept me from joining you.

That makes 14 visits in just over 4 years, friends.  Just keeping you in the loop.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

The Case of The Mystery Hats

Thursday began just like any other day in Library Land: patrons were in and out, staff was taking care of business.  Not too long into the morning one of our more regular patrons came in, and he asked if we were selling hats now.

Now, this gentleman I would place on the "normal to a bit of an odd duck" scale of patron behavior -- he's normally pretty laid back, he's got his eccentricities, but he is far, far away from our strangest patrons in terms of attitude and behavior.  

We had no idea what he was talking about, and we explained that we did not sell hats.  Why would we sell hats?  I cannot imagine a great number of people wanting to rock library merchandise on their heads.  Maybe if we were the Library of Congress, or the National Archives and someone had visited on vacation.  We sell reusable canvas book bags for $1.

Apparently someone had left 3 baseball hats on top of the garbage can outside the entrance to the library at some point after we had opened for the day.  No one on staff had realized this, but it explained why he was asking about hats.  I went outside to check the book return, and there they were: three baseball hats sitting in a neat line on top of the garbage can.  I left them right there.  I am not handling hats of unknown provenance.  Also, there was every possibility that someone in the building had left them there and was going to take them back after leaving the library.  People do weird shit at public libraries.  Seriously. 

He kept going on and on about the hats.  Did you get a free hat when you paid your fines?  Ha ha ha.  How big a fine did it have to be to get a free hat?  Ha ha ha.  He seemed to think repeating endless jokes about the hats was somehow going to make us find it hysterical.  

A couple of hours later I went to check the outdoor book return again, and discovered that there were only two hats left on the garbage can now.  

Holy crap!  Had the patron actually taken one of the mystery hats?  Why the hell would you want a mystery hat?  What if they belonged to another patron?  

By the end of the day the two mystery hats still sat there on the garbage can.  I took a picture, wondering how long it was going to take before they all magically disappeared.  I know how some of our patrons can act.  They slowly stole a bike, piece by piece.  When an office upstairs was doing renovations and had a garbage dumpster in the parking people shopped in that thing like it was a great new store.  There was no way those hats were going to be there for very long.

Hats from the garbage can!  While supplies last!

I work the late shift on Fridays, and I was worried I might miss all the fun of the mystery hats.  What if someone just threw them away?  (Slim to no chance, but it could happen.)  What if they were gone by the time I came in and I never knew how fast they disappeared?  It does not take much to amuse me, folks.

When I arrived at work I saw that the hats were still there, but someone had very neatly moved them from the top of the garbage can and they were now sitting on top of the book return.  Wait -- did someone actually empty the garbage can and keep the hats?  Nope.  Pretty sure that was our patron who scrounges for recyclable cans every morning.

I went on my dinner break a few hours later, and another hat had gone missing.  One lonely hat remained and, as if to add to his sad state, he had once again been moved back to sit atop the garbage can.

And then there was one...

Apparently we do not have a lot of golf afficionados as patrons, or else they are not cool with wearing other people's discarded mementos.  This hat was from a championship at a local golf course.  Poor, lonely hat!  How long will you have to sit there?

Not long, as it turned out.  By the time I came back from break the last hat was gone.  It only took about a day for three mystery hats of unknown origin to find new homes.  Unbelievable!

We have a lot of awesome patrons: they are kind, they like to share with others, and they donate a lot of things.  We get tons of donations for the library and its book sale.  We constantly have patrons trying to give us their old magazines.  We have had patrons bring us art work to see if we could sell it at the book sale.  Our knitting groups make hats, afghans, and lap blankets for the local veterans' hospital, homeless shelters, and other organizations, and patrons bring in items they have made at home to donate to the cause.  Our patrons rock!  

That being said....

REASONS NEVER TO TAKE ITEMS LEFT ON TOP OF A GARBAGE CAN AT THE LIBRARY

1. Common sense, people: you DO NOT know where these items came from.  They could have lice or bedbugs for starters.  Why would you want to risk it?  

2. They might belong to someone inside the library.  Most of our patrons are great, but we also have a fairly large number of patrons with various issues that might lead them to believe it is perfectly logical to leave their multiple hats on a garbage can outside.  Trust me when I say you do not want to piss these patrons off.

3. They may have actually been in the garbage can, along with god only knows what else, and someone removed them.  It happens more than you would think.  

4. They could be stolen property.  Seriously.  People have brought stolen bikes to the library, a purse they stole from someone at the mall, stolen phones, etc.  Do you really want to end up involved in a situation like that?

I think that should suffice on reasons why it is a bad idea to take mystery items left on a garbage can.

*To the kind folks who think they are being "helpful" by leaving such articles for others:  please don't do it here.  You know the library is not the proper place for that.  Take them to the Good Will or the Salvation Army.  Donate them to a homeless shelter of half-way house.  Leave them in front of your own home with a "free" sign -- you will be amazed at how quickly things disappear!*




Saturday, July 12, 2014

Things I Learned While Hanging Out With My Niece and Nephew This Evening

My parents had "time off" from entertaining my niece and nephew this evening, so the kidlets got quality time with me.  My niece is 11 and my nephew is 6.  I do not have kids of my own, so I'm all about fun time.  As long as I return them safe and sound -- no broken bones and everyone is alive and breathing -- I feel I have done my job.

I learned a few things while hanging with the kidlets this evening:

1) My niece has some kind of secret voodoo powers when it comes to the Claw game.  You know the ones: outside movie theaters or in arcades, you drop in the money and you have a certain amount of time to maneuver the claw up and over to see if it can grab a toy and hang onto it long enough to drop it down the chute.  $1 later and she is now the proud owner of a  pinkish-purple and leopard print cow-bear-dog thing.  That takes skill, my friend.

2) My nephew is smart enough to realize that when there are large amounts of geese around there is also a large amount of goose poop in the area, and you should not roll down the hill in the park.  This will not, however, keep him from diving to try and stop his sister while running a race.  After landing with his hand in goose poop he will then run over to you, the adult-type person,  freaking out about it.  What makes him awesome is that after you squirt his hand down liberally with hand sanitizer and tell him to dry it off on the grass, he is good to go until he can get home to wash it.

3) My nephew will ask an endless amount of questions about mummies.  Are they real?  How do you make them? Why did the Egyptians do that?  He will be equal parts fascinated and disgusted when told about the brain being pulled out through the nose.  "Well, it's a good thing we didn't live back then, guys!  That's just gross!  Does anybody still do that?"

4) My niece can drink an entire medium-sized Oreo Cookie Vanilla Bean Coolata from Dunkin' Donuts in the 10 minutes it takes to drive from said establishment to my parents' house.  She can do this without getting brain freeze.  Upon arrival at the house she will then announce that her stomach is killing her, change into her pajamas, and proceed to fall asleep on the couch for an hour.

5) My nephew has decided it is his job to remove all bugs from the house-- a fly, a moth that somehow got in.  My mother has embraced this and got him his own fly swatter.  He will hunt down a moth, and then open the front door and declare, "We can do this the easy way or the hard way.  Which is it going to be?"  He will also randomly pop into the room with questions like, "Aunt Tammy, do Daddy Longlegs eat flies?  Because there is one on the porch, and I just scooched a fly over to him."

6) My nephew has apparently memorized the channel options at my parents' house, and will give advice on what you should watch.  "Wander Over Yonder is on, Aunt Tammy!  Or, we can watch Starz On Demand.  We already saw Frozen, but they have other good movies like Planes, Hotel Transylvania, Monsters University, and that one about the family with the mom who has super-stretchy powers."  I don't know what it says about my maturity level that I knew he meant The Incredibles without having to check the guide.

7) After sleeping for an hour, my niece will wake up and ask if she can have an Italian ice for dessert.  She will claim to have no memory of the entire conversation about how her stomach was killing her and the threat of puking.  I made her wait half an hour and then gave her one.  I figured if she hadn't hurled by then we were probably safe.  Go on and enjoy that sugar high, kid!  It's mostly water anyway, right?

8) My nephew loves the movie Hotel Transylvania.  A lot.  "This is the good part, Aunt Tammy!  Are you watching?"

9) Neither of them will go to bed without having the air conditioner on, even though it is only 66 degrees outside. Do not even try negotiating this point.

10) Neither of them wants you to read them a bedtime story.  They each have a tablet or Kindle, and they want to watch Netflix until they fall asleep.  Really?  My, times have changed!






Wednesday, July 9, 2014

Hershey Park aka Vacation Clusterf#*k

I'll begin with a quote from my 11 year old niece, from 11:30 last night as we were driving back home: 

 "They say it is the sweetest place on Earth, Aunt Tammy, not the happiest.  That's Disney World.  We should just go there from now on."

We were supposed to be in Hershey from Monday until today.  The first day was fine, really.  We arrived early, check-in at The Hershey Lodge was a breeze.  Our room smelled a bit stale and lemony, but it was clean.  My major pet peeve was with Hershey Park itself.  Now, maybe it is because I am from New York and expect people to do their job in a timely and efficient manner, even when I am on vacation, or I may just have a very low tolerance for bullshit in general, but Disney this was not.  We were only at the second ride for the kids to go on (My nephew is Hershey Bar height for the rides), and I was already getting irked.  The kids, and all of the other little ones waiting for the ride, sat there waiting in their cars for the ride to start for several minutes while 4 park employees -- presumably at least one of which should have been manning the ride -- stood around chatting before anyone even started to check to make sure the kids were buckled in safely.  The ride was full.  They weren't waiting to fill up seats.  On a few rides the kids were left to unlock themselves and get out.  WTF.  Not cool, Hershey.  A six year old should not have to figure out how to undo the ride mechanism to get out.

Hershey's Chocolate World, on the other hand, was incredibly busy but much more well organized.  They had someone there to meet you coming through the door.  He gave us a map, told us where the free ride was, explained all the things you could do there.  

Day two things started going much better. The gentleman doing the valet parking in front of Hershey Lodge told us, for the first time anywhere, that we could get a free bottle of water from him to take to Hershey Park with us, and he told us that the permanent concession stands in Hershey Park itself would had to give you free glasses of ice water if you asked.  No one had mentioned that the day before, either at the lodge or in the park.

We went to Hershey Gardens, and checked out the Children's Garden, the Butterfly House, and walked the other gardens for the morning.  The staff could not have been nicer, including the tram diver.  We got more information from her and the valet gentleman that morning than from anyone else during the trip!  The kids had a great time, did a scavenger hunt in the Children's Garden, and as a prize for finishing they each got to choose a full-size garden tool to bring home!  My nephew chose a red shovel "so he can dig up worms to go fishing", and my niece chose a purple hoe -- I think mostly because it was purple.

We had planned to go to the water park for the afternoon, but changed plans when we started seeing severe thunderstorm warnings.  My nephew does not like thunderstorms on a good day, so taking him to the far end of the park was not a good plan.  Instead we went back to the park and went on more rides.  My nephew cajoled my mother into going on the Coal Cracker log flume ride.  She didn't like it and said it was, "a roller coaster with water," and my nephew thought it was hysterical that he had gotten Grandma to go on the ride. 

It had been a long, hot day of walking so we headed back to the lodge to eat dinner.  We were almost done with dinner at The Bear's Den when the trouble started.  Thank goodness we were eating there, or we would have had no clue what was going down!  It's set up like a sports bar, so they had the main television showing the recap of Germany crushing Brazil in the World Cup.  All of a sudden it gets the alert on the big screen that there is a tornado warning for the area.  I know my mother and my niece saw it, but we told my nephew it was just a warning about a thunderstorm.

Shortly before 8pm, as we were trying to pay the bill for dinner, the power went out.  We got that sorted and headed back to the main lobby of the lodge.  Power seemed to be out to all parts of the lodge, and it was absolutely pouring outside.  Our phones were dead and charging in the room, so we couldn't check those.  Since our room had an entrance from outside we decided to wait in the lobby until it stopped raining quite so hard.  My nephew was getting nervous, but he was sitting down and being so good, and his sister was right there with him to take care of him.  

Did I mention there was some kind of giant dance competition taking place in the convention center of the lodge?  Oh yeah.  My niece said it looked like the tv show Dance Moms come to life.  We were sitting patiently, watching the lodge staff bugging out, running all over trying to deal with the power outage and guest questions, when a freaked out dance girl came running up to the group of people sitting next to us to ask very loudly, "Oh my God, is it a tornado?  My phone says we are in a tornado!" and started crying. Fucking perfect.  My poor little nephew didn't say anything, just got really tense and kept sitting on the floor.

A few minutes later a hotel staff member yells to everyone that there is a tornado, and we need to evacuate to the ballrooms on the convention side of the building.  My mother grabbed my nephew's hand, I took my niece.  That was pretty much the last direction anyone actually gave in what would quickly become a giant clusterfuck.

We head over the the convention area -- aka Dance Competition Central -- as we had no other alternative.  We followed the crowd through a room and down some stairs.  There is no hotel staff to be seen anywhere, telling anyone what to do.  We still weren't below ground anywhere, and there were windows all along one side of the building.  What the hell kind of evacuation plan was this shit?  A woman near us, also not with the dance competition, was commenting on what a bad idea it was.  Eventually we made it into one of the ballrooms labeled as a dressing room for some of the dance groups.  Another family of people from Massachusetts was right behind us, also trying to figure out what we were supposed to be doing.  We entered a room with different groups of freaked out, crying girls in dance outfits with a few adults trying to keep them calm.  We moved the kids away from the doors, toward the other wall, and out from beneath any chandeliers.  One staff member in a brown shirt, I don't know if he was convention staff or maintenance as I had never seen a staff member in this color shirt anywhere before, had a radio and told everyone to get into the ballroom.  My mother and the woman from Massachusetts closed all of the doors in case the windows in the hallway broke.

That would be when my little nephew lost it and started crying.  All of the kids were freaked out and crying.  I was trying to keep my niece -- who was being so brave and strong, and did not cry once  -- from getting freaked out.  I didn't find out until later that my nephew had asked my mother if we were all going to die.

After spending several minutes in this chaos, with no sign of a hotel employee of any kind, my mother opened  a door on the other side of the ballroom to try to find out what the hell was going on.  She found a man in a bright green t-shirt, I think it said he was from Alley Cats dance studio, who said they were just told to move further into the lodge to a more interior ballroom.  I grabbed the kids and we followed them.  We got to an interior, windowless ballroom.  There was a waiter there from one of the restaurants.  He had no information about what was going on, or how long we were supposed to be there-- he had been told to report to that area.

A short while later another lodge employee, in a brown shirt once again, came in and told us we could back to the lodge.  My mother asked what that meant -- was it safe, was the storm over, etc.  He said we had been at "F5" level, but it had gone down to "F4" now and it was okay to go back to the lobby.  My mother asked if that meant there had been a tornado.  The employee said yes, a tornado had been spotted and touched down, that was why they had evacuated.  The lady from Massachusetts, whose family had joined us in the evacuation fun time, asked if maybe they should wait until it was down to a safer level before telling everyone it was okay. The guy in the brown shirt explained, "I don't know ma'am.  I'm just telling you what I am hearing over my radio.  They are saying it is okay for people to return to the lobby."

Gentlemen in brown shirts -- I don't know what part of the staff you make up at Hershey Lodge, but you are rock stars!  You were the only ones around for most of the chaos trying to help people, and you were the only ones with any kind of information.  Job well done!  You were professional and calm in the face of a lot of freaked out people and kids.  Kudos to you!

It was only when we had walked halfway back up and over to the lobby, in a stream of hundreds of other people, that my nephew asked to stop and fix his shoes.  He had taken them off when we were sitting in the lobby before being told to evacuate, and he had been hurrying so much and so scared he had put his Crocs on the wrong feet.  He had kept them on that way the entire time, never saying a word about it because he had been so freaked out.

We went back to the lobby to wait, since the power was still out.  A teenage guy from Montauk came over and sat with us for a bit.  He asked if we knew what was going on, had there been a tornado, etc.  We told him what we knew.  His friend's sister was in the dance competitions, so he had come with his friend to go to the park for the weekend and they didn't know what was going on.  

Lodge staff was running around like crazy.  Guests finally took it upon themselves to open the doors to the patio area since it was getting really hot in the lobby and the air conditioning obviously wasn't working without power.

My niece told me that they have better tornado drills in school in Texas, and that people didn't seem to know what they were doing.

Once we saw that it had stopped raining, we headed back to our hotel room.  We didn't know if we would be able to get in, since the power was still out, but it would be cooler just to sit outside if we couldn't open the door.  The door opened!  I was able to get my phone, and we tried to figure out what to do.

My nephew was feeling much calmer, hugging his friends (stuffed animals) an sitting in the hotel room.  He told us, "Miss Carmen (his day care provider back in Corpus Christi) does tornado drills and fire drills. We practice what to do. Miss Carmen says that you should get in the bath tub if there is a tornado. "  Excellent job, Miss Carmen!  I think he would have been even more upset if he didn't have those practice skills to think about!

We checked out the lobby again, and determined that power was apparently going to be out for quite a while.  The hotel staff was starting to hand out flashlights to guests -- apparently this was their back-up plan.  We decided to check out and head back home to New York.  I don't think my nephew would have slept at all if we had decided to stay.

A lot of other people decided to leave as well.  Judging from the license plates leaving and at the check-out parking area, a large number of people from New York and New Jersey all decided they had had enough and were leaving.  We packed up, and I kept the kids occupied while my mother wrangled with the front desk staff.  She said they were very nice.  They did not charge her for last night, since we were leaving, and they refunded the zoo tickets we were supposed to have used today.  

Half the street lights were out when we left the lodge property, and half of the businesses as well.  We found a gas station that was opened, fueled up and hit the road.  My nephew fell asleep almost immediately, as soon as we told him we were out of Hershey and headed home to New York.  My niece stayed up for a couple of hours before drifting off for a bit.

The drive wasn't too bad.  Not nearly as much construction work as on the way down, and we didn't hit any of the rain or storms that were all over the North East last night.  My nephew sort of half-woke up around 1am and wanted to know if we were still going to see the zoo before he fell asleep again.  We got home around 1:30 this morning.  The Mid-Hudson Bridge has never been a more welcome sight!  

I don't know what our plans are for today. I do know that I had promised the kids we would get big fancy ice creams after we went swimming last night, so they are most definitely getting them at some point today!  They were so brave and so good during all of the chaos!  They handled it better than a lot of the grown-ups who were yelling and freaking out, and the teenagers who were screaming and crying.  

**EDIT: Found this on the internet this morning:  





Chocolate Avenue in Hershey, from WGLA gallery linked above