"Rain, wind, knock out Northeast."
"A nor'easter of rain and wind."
"Winds so strong it's almost a hurricane."
"If this were snow, we'd have 7 feet."
Alexander is taking the SAT this morning and I want to make him a good breakfast. I look outside and see a miserable day. Driving rain falling up, down and sideways (or so it seems). It's the perfect day to cuddle up with a good book, hot tea, and never leave the house. But that will not be my day.
Yesterday I reluctantly bought a $39.95 ticket for a one-day event sponsored by a reputable organization. It’s called Internet Expo, described this way.
Turn Your Computer Into A Money Making Machine
LIVE…25 Experts Show You How In Just 1 Day
The Internet Expo gives you access to 25 Internet Experts. They will teach you everything you need to start a cash generating business even if you hate computers, have virtually no money, no knowledge and hardly any time. With your new Internet business, start earning money online within 24 hours of walking out the door. Guaranteed!
Not that I want to go, but I feel I should. As my mother would say (and be right), “you never know.”
After seeing Alexander off, I get dressed, grab a VitaMuffin and start to make a call to M. It’s her birthday. Just as I’m about to dial, I realize that today is NOT the 14th, tomorrow is. Which makes tomorrow M’s birthday. One less thing to do before hurrying out the door.
The bus takes forever to come and the rain is relentless. It’s a fierce cold rain that actually hurts my gloveless hands and face. Finally, the bus arrives. I take it to the subway, then take the subway across to midtown, and then walk two blocks to the hotel where the event is taking place. I arrive wet and my hair is curling in ways it shouldn't. Not my best look.
Seventh floor the ticket says. I take the elevator and exit to a very quiet space. No tables set up. No people running around with little badges. Silence. But then I see some signs. First I almost enter the room where a symposium on petroleum is being held. Wouldn’t want to go there. Then I pass a cheery orange sign announcing a meeting for Sunkist. Looks better than the one on petroleum, but still not for me. Finally I see two hotel workers and stop them for directions. “Oh, honey, I’m sorry. That’s tomorrow. Another person was here earlier asking for the same thing.” So I guess I’m not the only stupid person they meet today.
I’m home by 10:30. Bedraggled and cold. And the best part? Tomorrow (which actually is the 14th) I get to do the same thing again, in what is predicted to be another day of “heavy rain and wind.” Should be fun.
I make some hot tea and re-consider the day.
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