Hi YA Neighbor!

When you are forced to evacuate your hotel room for an ear piercing fire alarm at 3:30 a.m. all bets are off on beauty, vanity, make up and fashion.  Let’s face it. You just want it to be a bad dream and are quickly evaluating exactly what you chose to sleep in that night.

I grabbed a very long coat and scarf and my purse. I figured the coat would cover my unmatched pajamas and the scarf would help with the cold in northern Illinois at 3:30 in the morning. Also if the hotel was truly on fire, I would have my wallet. Most of us who travel much have the cynical belief that a fire alarm does NOT indicate a fire, but merely a technical glitch of the heating system or a blankety blank, not so hilarious prankster, who thinks it is quite funny to empty a hotel in the middle of a cold night.

So now the fun begins. It is rare to even see the other hotel guests. We hear their doors slam shut from time to time and see other cars in the parking lot but we don’t often pass in the hall and seldom have conversation. So as we troop down the stairwell we get to see the other disgruntled guests who are more vocal about their displeasure than we are. We were quite sure we knew who the culprits were. The rowdy, drunks with raucous laughter in our hallway for the last hour was a clue that they would find pulling the alarm tab amusing.

At the bottom of the stairs several of us wait, finding solace from the shrill sound of the alarm and still shelter from the cold outside. As I look around I can’t help noticing the differences in the evacuation dress code. There is “Amir”, so skinny in his thermal underwear and coat. The thermals hug his narrow ankles that makes his size 12 black dress shoes look even longer and pointier. I hide my smile knowing I’m no goddess myself. Then there is “Butch” with his beer belly protruding from his Chicago Bears t-shirt and walking shorts. He doesn’t seem bothered by the cold and takes his unlit cigarette outside.  My favorite though is “Eloise”, perfectly coiffed, though agitated, looking like she could apply some lipstick and step out for church.

If we could have deemed those 3 husky firemen who trooped through the stairwell with their own fine fashion statement of yellow coats, boots and helmets judges, surely they would have given the prettiest evacuee prize to Eloise.  From now on, only matching pjs for me! Oh and yes indeed the fire alarm was caused by the rowdy drunks that thought it was funny to pull the alarm tab. Now why don’t hotels have that spewing ink on them like high schools…THAT would be a new fashion statement.

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This blog may not be for you.

This blog may not be for you.

It may be just the right tool for someone else in your life however, or someone you will meet in the next week or so. We don’t often have warning of being displaced, of being thrust out of our common everyday life of the comfortable and the ordinary and the “go to” places in our days.

We can be moved by circumstances like a fire, flood or tornado or because our husband or wife made a quick decision to go back to school in another city. Perhaps it was not so quick but it still happened. Maybe your aging parent is suddenly hospitalized and you find yourself a caregiver in a location you aren’t so familiar with. Or maybe you find yourself a caregiver in your OWN HOME that you weren’t expecting. We love the familiar and the comfortable and the predictable. That’s why people sit in the same seat each Sunday morning or drive the same way to work each day or eat the same thing for breakfast each morning. But when that time comes that you lose control of the familiar…..
This blog may not be for you.

My intention is to reach those who are feeling uprooted, out of place, out of their comfort zone and looking for ideas to put some “normal” back into their days. So this blog may not be for you now …..

This blog MAY be for you.