What's a girl to do?
Having left town moments before an earthquake hit, we now find ourselves caught between the devil, the deep blue sea and an impending hurricane.
Today at the beach the waves were high, the swimmers were brave (I was not among them) and the air was whipping our hats off our heads and our dresses above them.
With winds of up to 120 miles an hour expected here this weekend, we will flee to Connecticut tomorrow and wait out the storm before we board 2 boats and travel to Fire Island, New York. If there still is a Fire Island left after Sunday.
GG and I have given serious thought as to what you all would advise us to do in these times of stress and then it came to us, as if in a dream: Eat ice cream you would tell us. Jane, have a scoop of fresh peach ice cream. And GG, how about a bowl fashioned out of a freshly made waffle, filled with peanut butter cup and oreo ice cream with hot fudge and peanut butter sauce.
There is talk New York City may be evacuated. Our host and hostess will begin safety measures tomorrow, filling the bathtubs with water, buying a battery operated radio, laying in food and candles.
May all of you on the East Coast stay safe and out of harms way.
And for God's sake, have some ice cream.