Thursday, December 24, 2009

Joys of Life: Christmas Chaos

I hadn’t planned on another entry this soon but the events of the past 24 hours said I had to do it. I listened so here it is.

I survived the family gathering on Tuesday. Cookies were delivered and enjoyed. A good time was had by all. My daughter was having a little bit of tummy trouble but still managed to have a good time.

Wednesday starts slowly but gets going good when Angela and I started working on the Christmas tree. It’s small, and not the prettiest but she likes it so I am happy.

I mentioned CHAOS, didn’t I? That is not C.H.A.O.S. from the Get Smart series. I am talking about the real deal.

The chain of CHAOS started when we left the house. Sold out screening of the Squeakquel? Christmas shopping? Massive crowds of procrastinators who are scrambling for that last minute gift? Long lines at the register? Traffic? Yes to all of the above but that’s to be expected for the 23rd of December. That’s not the kind of CHAOS that has my mind twisted in knots right now.

I had been promising Angela a trip to see the new Alvin and the Chipmunks movie. We pulled up to the theater about twenty minutes later than planned. I had to scramble to keep up with Angela as she raced to get in line for the tickets. Sold out! From conversations I’m hearing I learn that several of the people were waiting for tickets for the screening after the one that hadn’t even started yet. That screening wouldn’t be over before I was supposed to have Angela at her mother’s so I turned her around and we went back to the car.

My insanity surfaces and I turn the car in the direction of Wal Mart. Ought to be as exciting as the movie would have been. Here we go. Park in the next county. Break out the hiking gear. Make sure our canteens are full. Start hiking for the door.

Honestly? It wasn’t that bad inside. We picked up the few food items that we needed (I still have to finish the cookies for non-family) and a few other odds and ends. We were headed for the checkout line when that pesky old CHAOS bug started chirping. ThWzsaxedfcrvgthb

(Pardon me. Remember the tomcat? He just typed that. Off to the bathroom he goes!)

Anyway… The bug chose to use my cell phone to do its chirping:

“Hello?”

“ Mike? Where are you?”

Wal Mart. Why?”

“Gayle Manor just got hit by a tornado. The storm is headed this way. It should go North of where you are. Don’t come home.”

Deciding that this would be a good time to follow motherly advice, I did the smartest thing I knew to do. The storm was still 20 miles away so I checked out, got the kiddo to the car and headed south. I bought Angela a kid’s meal and we hung around in town and until it was time to take her to her mother’s apartment. I gave her a hug and sent her inside.

As it turned out no more twisters dropped out of the cell until it was about forty miles past us so we COULD have gone home but I’m not sorry we didn’t. Better to be safe.

Where’s the chaos? Surely that wasn’t it.

No. Not really. It wasn’t. As nerve wracking as the thought of a tornado racing towards my house and my parents having to take shelter is, that passed as with the storm. I couldn’t do anything about Gayle Manor or for any of the residents.

The real CHAOS started as soon as I walked into the office at 10:30. Before I even made it to my chair Sgt. Jeff was calling about a fight at Wal Mart and screamed for backup. I sat down at the console and heard the sonic boom caused by the evening shift dispatchers as they fled for their cars.

911 was ringing before the boom stopped echoing. It rang. It rang. It kept ringing. Two wrecks, two assaults, and a burglary later it finally stopped. The non-emergency lines kept going but most of that was minor and wasn’t anything to give to the officers.

In the midst of all of this was the weather. Texas is known for wild weather and Northeast Texas does wild as well as any other part of the state. The weather in particular included rain, wind, and hail. Wind = tornadoes. There were constant tornado warnings issued for counties and parishes within 75 miles of my area until four o’clock. We were under a warning at one point but that cell stayed just out of the county. I spent all of this time dividing my attention between the insanity that shouldn’t be before dawn on Christmas Eve and the local CBS station that had surrendered all air time to the meteorological staff. I was determined that my units would have as much warning as possible if we got hit a second time.

CHAOS for five hours!

Four A.M.! All is quiet. All of the rough weather is across the state line and no longer a threat to any place I am responsible for. I am worn out. Punch drunk. No phone, radio, or 911 traffic for ten minutes nearly puts me to sleep in my chair. Peace. Dispatch is happy. Dispatch is able to check e-mail and start the latest episode of Fullmetal Alchemist. Dispatch heats up supper.

5:30! 911 rings. As I reach for the receiver I see that the call is coming from one of my co-worker’s cell phone. Uh oh. He begins screaming as soon as he hears my voice. “MY HOUSE IS ON FIRE. WE’RE TRYING TO GET OUT!” All of my 911 lines start ringing before I can even finish paging the fire department. The house is fully engulfed and the noise of the fire has woken neighbors three blocks away.

Has he been able to get his family out? I don't know. The neighbors don't know.

Two minutes later a small town to in the north part of the county loses power. Non-emergency calls from alarm companies start flooding in.

911 starts up again. Still more calls on the fire. Mixed in are calls of another wreck.

CHAOS. Christmas Eve. CHAOS. Christmas Eve. I have worked this shift for probably a dozen of the last seventeen Christmas Eves. I have never seen one like this. Don’t forget. This is just the first six hours of the holiday.

45 minutes later a dispatcher from day shift showed up a little early and found me to be a tearful, mind-fried blob in the chair. I had been praying for strength and lasted until she got there. CHAOS.

“Wait a minute,” you say. “This is another ‘Joys of Life’ entry. Isn’t it?”

Yes. It is. The “joys” part of this is not meant to be sarcastic. It has taken me a good bit of the day to get here but I can see the joys in last night. Allow me to list them.

  1. Angela walked away from the theater without as much as a tear and was smiling. I know how badly she wants to see the new chipmunk movie. A child who is that good natured is truly a joy!
  2. The tornado that touched down in the Gayle Manor area damaged a lot of homes and businesses. NO ONE was hurt. That joy is nothing short of a miracle.
  3. Angela and I still managed to have a good time. She got to spend time at our church playing with several of her friends before the service started. We had to leave and miss the service but that didn’t matter to her. I was happy to see her having such a good time and also because I got to visit with several of my church family members that I haven’t seen much because of my work schedule and my demotion to single parent status. More joy.
  4. The storms that came through in the late night hours didn’t seem to be causing much damage in the areas outside of my county despite the tornado warnings (have not heard of any confirmed sightings). The only damage I know of in my county was one tree that fell across a road. No significant damage means less suffering. Joy!
  5. The first wreck I had to dispatch was a very serious one. One of the cars had slid sideways into a tree and the lady was hurt badly. The Jaws of Life weren’t enough to free her from the wreckage. Fire and EMS personnel had to cut the car apart to get her out. I got a call from her son during the period between the storms and the fire. She is going to be in the hospital a while but is doing much better than was expected. She had many fewer broken bones than originally thought and evidently wasn’t going to need surgery. Mixed joy but still a joy.
  6. Now for the major JOY! Martin and his family made it out of the house safely. When I called the sheriff to let him know about the fire I didn’t have to tell him that Martin, his wife, or one of their kids had been lost. They only got out with what they were wearing but they are being taken care of. I have learned that people from our office are surrounding them and meeting their needs. I imagine their community is doing the same but I haven’t heard any details about that yet.
Christmas Chaos? Definitely. No question about it.

It was bad. It could have been much, much worse. I am thankful. Joy is sometimes hard to find but it is there if you will look for it.

EPILOGUE:
I posted this and went to bed without viewing the post. It turns out that the stupid old CHAOS bug took one more swipe at me. I had typed this up in a word processor and pasted it here rather than doing it straight from my browser. All of the formatting got messed up. The numbered list didn't show right, some of the text was actually deleted, and the second space between every sentence simply disappeared. I have spent an hour correcting these mistakes and making minor revisions, some of which I wouldn't have thought to do if the post had looked right the first time. I refuse to lose the joy!

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Joys of life

First blog post ever so bear with me please. Expect me to be serious. Expect me to be sarcastic. EXPECT ANYTHING!

What a better way to kick off my first blog than a trip through the joys of life. The particular joys on my mind right now are the joys of being a single parent and they joys of the Christmas rush and the way they mixed together today (actually yesterday now).

It's nearly 1:30 in the morning on the 22nd of December. Nothing went as planned yesterday. The plans were: get the living room cleaned fully, pick up my daughter from my soon-to-be-ex-wife, get the last of the ingredients I need for the mountain of cookies I plan to make (for family, friends, and co-workers), set up the Christmas tree with my daughter's help, and make the dough for the cookies. Yeah. Right.

Let's see where the plans fell apart: 1) got up late thereby got a late start on the cleaning; 2) cleaning interrupted by call from my soon-to-be-ex-wife asking for help since she and my daughter are at Wal-Mart and have too many bags to get on the bus with. CHUMP! I drop what I am doing and help her get home; 3) spend too much time wrapping presents for the kids and still haven't done the shopping I need to or finish cleaning; and 4) picked up my daughter (as planned -SOMETHING WENT RIGHT!) and stayed in town shopping with her way, way too late.

Yes, there are still more deviations from my plans in the process but numbering all them was getting monotonous.

You thought so too? Glad I'm not the only one.

I had offered to pick up some things for Mom so she wouldn't have to drive into town. Not a big deal. Stinker (my daughter) and I took the peas, 'Nilla Wafers, etc to Mom only to find that an aunt and uncle I rarely get to see were visiting. Another big delay and variation from my plans.

I hope this isn't sounding too negative. This is just background that is needed. I can hear Stimpson J. Cat in the other room practicing for his rendition of the Happy Happy Joy Joy song. Stick with me please.

By the time we got home it was too late to think about putting the tree up so I let Silly Girl (same daughter - different pet name) open the NickToons Christmas DVD I bought today. I was supposed to be working in the kitchen while she watched it but I chose to download music (legally) and chat with a friend in Seattle who has been scarce lately.

Goofy (still the same daughter) was about to fall out of the chair by the time the Rugrats part of the DVD was over so I put her in bed and headed for the kitchen.

I got the counters clear and clean. I laid out all of my measuring cups and spoons. I hooked up the very nice mixer that my soon-to-be-ex-wife didn't take with her. I laid out all of the ingredients for various types of cookies I plan to make.

Make dough, let it chill overnight, bake cookies in the morning before Silly (still same daughter) and I head to Mom and Dad's for the family Christmas get-together. Sounds okay? Yep.

My plans at this point had been revised. Not too bad for me. Going to put up the Christmas tree after my sister and her family head back to Dallas. The movie I had planned to take the little redhead (could that be anyone but my daughter?) to see won't be out until Wednesday so time on the tree tonight won't be a problem.

I need to stray from the string of events to give a little background. My soon-to-be-ex-wife loves cats. We had a cat that was born about the same time as (OKAY! I've run out of pet names for her!). A second cat that I said "NO!" to got added to the mix in July. The lazy, fat, older cat left with my soon-to-be-ex-wife. I have the blond, six-month old, tomcat that I never wanted but am cursed to love and won't part with. He fits into this tale so continue to bear with me please.

As I was saying... Everything was laid out. I decided to start with chocolate chip cookies first. First part of recipe: DONE! Second part: add the flour and make sure to keep it scraped from the edge of the bowl. Not a problem. The mixer, as I said earlier is a nice one. Restaurant grade.

Remember the tomcat?

The turntable on the mixer is running at full speed. I switch the mixer itself from low speed range to high. All of the flour is in the bowl now. I am using a spatula to keep the mixture from the edge of the bowl and channeled towards the beaters.

Did I mention the tomcat?

At this point the large measuring cup that was by the mixer crashes to the floor. It's spot is now full of the tomcat. Uh oh. The tomcat is looking at the mixer and is obviously wondering what I am doing and if what's in the bowl is something it wants. I do the obvious thing. I grabbed the tomcat. It's bad enough that he's on my food prep surface. He had a broken leg when we got him. I didn't want him to lose that leg in my mixer.

You can uncover your eyes and keep reading. I successfully removed him from the counter. He wound out taking a short flight that didn't hurt anything but his pride. Why did he take a flight? No, it had nothing to do with me being angry with him. I had only had time to react to keep him from being hurt.

The reason he took flight: Remember the spatula? The cheap plastic handled spatula that I got for a buck at the dollar store?

In my haste to grab the cat, I simply turned loose of the spatula. Where did it go you ask? Right into the beaters. Horrible grinding noise. Half mixed cookie dough flying out of the bowl. Cat launched from hands and across the kitchen.

I got the mixer turned off and expected to be pulling pieces of the spatula out of the bowl. It was, and is, still in one piece. Not a scratch on it. I started the mixer up again and here goes a horrible noise again. Different but still horrible. I wish the people who made the beaters for this high dollar mixer had made them as sturdy as that one dollar spatula.

I look in the accessory drawer I got the beaters out of in the first place. Hmmm. Looks like my soon-to-be-ex-wife never bothered to get a second pair of beaters for the mixer. Lets see... It's just a little after midnight. It shouldn't be too big of a deal to go to Wally World and get more. Oops. Remember that "joy" part of being a single parent?

My little red headed angelic (because she is asleep) daughter is only six years old. I can't leave her and getting this done tonight is not worth waking her for.

So what is to be done now? Clean up my mess. Can't leave that out. Throw away the half mixed dough. Go to bed. Get up early enough to go to the store to get more beaters. Make cookies. Get to my parent's house (which is thankfully next door) by noon with the cookies for my sister and her family.

Good revision to the plan? Sounds like it. So how did starting a blog and writing until after 2:30 get into the mix?

All in all, it was a good day. I learned some lessons (mainly to lock the cat in the bathroom when I am making cookies) and I had a great time running around with my daughter. We had fun and cut up a lot. She and I don't get a lot of time alone together since I have full custody of my son from my first marriage (something for a different tale). He is with his maternal grandmother this week and Silly/Stinker/Goofy/Silly Girl/Etc. and I plan on taking full advantage of it, at least until she goes back to her mother on Wednesday night.

The Christmas rush is going to start back up for me in about five hours so I had better forget about the blog and get to bed.

"Joy to the world, the Lord is come!' Joys of life indeed.