Yes, I have a heart, regardless of what some people may think. I'm sure, because today it has raced on three different occasions. Without exercising!
First occasion was when I sat down to eat a sandwich and read the paper. Music is blaring from the bathroom, where hubs is shaving and preparing for work. TV is on to hear weather reports, general household sounds, then, poof, sudden darkness and silence, except for my heart racing. Can't begin to explain how much I hate being without power! Not here, not in summer, not in this heat. It wasn't even storming, though "Alex" has been the topic of conversation for days. Recollections of "Ike" and being without power for days, comes to mind. Called the power company to report it and they said a line was down and would be back up, soon. Thank goodness, now I could relax.
Second occasion was while talking to my daughter on the phone. Small talk mostly, until out of the blue she screams... "OhmyGodmomI'mgonnahaftacallyouback!" Click, silence, except for my heart, once again, racing. Since she is the mother of two of my granddaughters, I panic, thinking one of them must be hurt. After a bit, she calls back to tell me that someone had come barreling down the street (she lives in the curve) and hit her neighbors mailbox and gone up in the yard. Luckily it was raining and the children that usually play outside, were tucked away, safe and sound.
I explained that if she ever has to let me go like that again, PLEASE manage to work in "it'snotthekids" so I won't have a heart attack. She apologized profusely and agreed.
Third occasion was trying to contact my son. He is out of town, (in Corpus Christi) to train his new assistant. He called late Monday saying the law firm had been contemplating closing down and sending him home, due to the impending weather issues. After hearing the hurricane wasn't supposed to be very strong, they decided to stay open and proceed with business as usual. When I didn't hear from him by 10pm, I decided to call and check. No answer. He knows I was worried about him being there with a storm nearby. He said he would keep me posted and I don't know what to think. I'm trying hard to convince myself that if something had happened, somebody would have contacted me. Now, if I could just convince my heart to stop racing.
I'm exhausted from the internal calisthenics! This is not my idea of a workout routine. To think, after all this... my butt won't be any smaller, and the only six pack will still be found in the fridge and I hate beer!
