Their opposite members are freaking out that "no one told me how bad it would be!", and were apparently very surprised by the magnitude and impact of the storm on their individual lives. This Associated Press article, posted on Yahoo.com, includes one very telling line: "Some motorists came away angry, frustrated and puzzled at why the city didn't close the crucial thoroughfare earlier, or why officials didn't anticipate that a bus accident could clog it up like a cork in a bottle."
I've known that this storm was coming since roughly Friday. I've been watching the forecasts since then, getting ready for it. I bought groceries on Saturday. I made sure that I had adequate reading material (ha!). I even thought to talk with my parents about it, so that they wouldn't freak out when it hit because they'd know I was prepared. I was at work on Tuesday until 2:30, but I had The Weather Channel and NOAA sites on in the background of my computer so that I could click over now and then. If something unexpected had come up, I would have known. Because I am the only one who is ultimately responsible for my safety--not those weather sites, not the local law enforcement or government, not the National Weather Service. Just me. So if I was stupid enough to put myself in danger by driving around in the middle of a declared blizzard (and eventually a state of emergency, for God's sake), I definitely wouldn't blame anyone but myself. You don't have to shut down the streets just so I won't be f---ing dumb enough to drive on them through 16" of snow. I'll make that logical leap on my own.
It's been a really long day - I'm getting stir-crazy from being in such close proximity to the Neighbor from Hell for so long, unabated. I'm finding that she can't be awake without having the TV on, so All. Damn. Day. it's been Spanish gameshows, Spanish soap operas, Spanish talk shows, and (rather jarringly) Dr. Phil (in English). Interspersed with phone calls, during which she can't say enough good stuff about her "boy"friend, who's pushing 60.
I got her back (not really) by watching about half of one of my favorite movies, The Brylcreem Boys. I selected it in honor of the dark hero, Count Rudolph von Stegenbek, played by Angus Macfadyen. Macfayden just launched what hopes to be a recurring character on Criminal Minds: Sean McAllister. I turned off the movie while this week's CM episode was on; it involved lots of screaming and knifing; I'm sure that sounded great through the wall. Not that my TV's volume is ever set to "blaring."
I really have had a very long day. Have I mentioned that? Very long. VERY. Apart from one text conversation, which ranged from menstruation to job interviewing to the weather (of course) to sex, I've been roaming the island alone. I was joking the other day about getting a ferret. Maybe it would be a good idea, just to have somebody around. (Nah.)
[title quotation by William Shakespeare, from Macbeth, act II scene iii]