First, we finally have power again. A strong thunderstorm last night knocked down a bunch of trees and power lines. We lost power around 8 pm and got it back at 2:45 pm. That’s a little better than the 7 pm to 4:30 pm outage last week, but still, two overnight outages in one week seems a little steep. Ice cream does not improve in multiple thawings and freezings.
I have a column in today’s USA Today called “You’re Not That Busy After All” based on this year’s American Time Use Survey.
I’m still getting my head around the recent study on hurricanes finding that those named after women were more deadly than those named after men. My family faced down Hurricane Arthur on the Outer Banks recently, so I’ve been drawn to hurricane stories, I suppose. It turns out that in hurricanes, people have to make all sorts of judgment calls — whether to order mandatory evacuations, whether to heed evacuation orders or suggestions, etc. On the margins, it seems that people may be more likely to assign feminine qualities to hurricanes with very feminine names. If you think a hurricane will be gentle, you’re less likely to take it seriously. Hence the higher death counts. People have come up with plenty of criticisms about the study, but it is fascinating.
The SHU Box is doing a 14-day blogging project during her 14 consecutive days of call. We got to meet in person last weekend while she was visiting Philly, and we went for a run together. She was very gracious about the fact that I required her to go much slower than usual.
My husband and I managed to do date night last night, and — humorously — we walked into the wrong restaurant. He was waiting outside a restaurant, and when I saw him on the street I assumed he was waiting outside the correct restaurant, so I just walked in. Then the waitress asked if we’d brought our bottle (Philly has many BYOBs). I said “Isn’t this a tequila bar?” She looked at me strangely. My husband did Google street view and realized that the restaurant next door looked like it had the name of the one I’d sent him… Whoops. Fortunately, we hadn’t ordered. We left a few bucks for our water and slipped over to the correct place (Verdad Restaurant and Tequila Bar). The tapas were great, except the restaurant was short-staffed and then the power went out. We had to attempt multiple routes home around downed trees. Fortunately, my 7-year-old told the babysitter where the flashlights were, so they were fine.
My 2-year-old daughter has been successfully wearing underwear for 3 days now. This is epic. She starts day camp next week, and while I was told it was OK to send her in Pull-ups, it’s nice that she’ll be like the other big kids.
What’s going on in your life this week?