I'm from the midwest. I don't worry about hurricanes. I don't track or follow them or worry about categories. And I certainly don't think about them on perfectly sunny Missouri afternoons. Until now. Hurricane Irene is headed right for New England. Right when I'm supposed to be there. Yesterday they announced our concert would be moved to Friday night due to hurricane warnings in Boston on Sunday. By the time plane landed and we get to the stadium we would miss a good deal of the concert. Strike one.
Watching the news and the path of the storm did not bode well either. This is supposed to be the worst storn in New England in 100 years. Best case scenario, we spend 3 days sitting in the apartment, with or without power, talking about our half-concert experience. And no telling what it would be like trying to get back home with all the flights that are inevitably going to be cancelled. Strike two.
Then, Legend had a seizure. She's never had one before, that we know of. I fed them dinner and went to feet the cat when I heard the thud. When I turned around I first thought she must be choking but when I got there she was seizing. It was short, thankfully. Afterwards she looked at me like she didn't know me and ran off. When I went to her she growled like might bite me. I shut her in the bedroom alone, sat on the floor and had a meltdown. Strike three.
So I called my friend, we discussed and decided to cancel the trip. I took airline credit for my plane ticket. Our concert tickets will be refunded if I postmark them tomorrow. I'm beyond disappointed about this. We have literally had these tickets (so close to the stage!) for 10 months. Why did there have to be a hurricane this weekend? In New England??
Legend is fine now. You would never know anything happened. But it did. Now we have to wait and watch, and wonder. Will she have more? Is she epileptic? Is it something else? Hopefully it's nothing, just a freak event but only time will tell.
So, I didn't really have a good day. But there is always tomorrow.