Waiting for the storm

Today was just a regular day.  I took my son to school.  I ran to the store.  I volunteered at my son's school.  I made hummus and I removed everything from outside that might fly away.

There was a buzz all day as people prepared and fretted as the super typhoon got closer and closer.  The heavy rains are expected to hit my neighborhood starting at 3 am.  After a very wet day, the real craziness will really set in the evening.  The storm is expected to wrap up early Sunday morning. 

I wasn't planning on going to the store, but several of the park moms brought up bread as something to buy before the storm.  Many stores were selling out, so I popped in to grab a few slices.  Bread is sold in much smaller chunks in Japan.  It equals about 1/3 of a loaf.  You can pick your slice thickness, but the amount of bread is always the same.  I grabbed my loaf and then decided to grab a bag of rice from the next store.

I walked into the store and took one look at the line and turned around.  I was not going to wait in a line that was halfway through the store.  Every single lane was open, with a long line waiting to check out.  My friend teased me that I am obviously not really Japanese since I didn't just hop into line.

It feels like a waiting game right now.  I've prepped as much as I can and now we see if the storm is as bad as they expect or if it calms down beforehand.