Finally, I am back online! We still have no power at our home so hubby and I, along with our pups had to “relocate” to a temporary place further out. But, we are safe. We are healthy and we are very fortunate in that we can do this.
(Here’s that coconut again that we found on the beach before Sandy hit from my last post — I really like that tough coconut — don’t you? It has braved a helluva storm).
Our power went out the day of Hurricane Sandy — she was a bee-otch, y’all and let me tell you, the next time the weather-gasmic people tell us to leave, we will leave. We had battened down the hatches and were watching a Sopranos episode on a previously-charged 7” screen of a portable DVD player when we heard pops going off outside. The wind was screaming and we got up to look outside our front door. Water was sluicing down the streets and it looked like a river. It was coming up to our front door and our back door.
I didn’t know how much I would suck (panic-wise) in these situations, but I learned that about myself. Not very well — I thought that dunes were flattened and that was the ocean coming up, about to take us away. I was terrified. Hubby stayed calm. This raging of wind and rain went on for hours and we’d keep a check outside to make sure we weren’t going to be washed away. But, once you’re there, you’re there. It was the bay that came up to meet some of the ocean. We were protected by dunes. Those just down the street from us were not so lucky. The next day, people came out to explore the wreckage. The town in which I have ridden my bike, had lunch, talked to merchants — didn’t fare so well. I still haven’t processed it, I don’t think. But I know these people will come back — strong.
I have no pictures because I didn’t want to take those pics of others losing things and I’m sure you seen enough of the images anyway. Cars were nestled against each other — ruined, they had bobbled, hit each other and floated down the streets. Pieces of boardwalk had floated blocks and landed in parking lots. We saw boats that had floated out of marinas and were in the middle of the road, then pushed over into parking lots. We had no cell service, no way during the storm in which to call even if there was an emergency. There’s still no cell service, as far as I know, where we were.
Long gas lines. Police, national guard and FEMA people everywhere. The Red Cross set up in a grocery store parking lot. One night, a helicopter hovered low over our neighborhood casting spotlights onto everyone’s houses, down the streets. We’d hear rumors of looting.
But the good of people and strangers far outweighed the “bad.”
Some people have lost everything. We still have our possessions which I’m glad — but something like this changes you. I don’t even know how yet. I feel grateful that we’ve not experienced the loss that others have. Then I feel badly because I feel grateful. I feel guilty. Then I’ll become depressed or panicked and then feel bad about that. I know I’m not making sense. What I’m saying is this: I’m okay and everything that matters to me is okay.
Hubby and I would go out during the day to places that had power and we’d talk to people in the same situation as us — some who had it far worse, they’d lost everything — and it reinforced my belief in the goodness and kindness of people. I’ll be writing more about this in future posts.
Thanks to all of you who personally emailed me — you have no idea how much that meant to me – no idea. I’d cry sometimes when I’d see your concern — thank you, thank you, thank you. Sometimes email would come through on my phone and I couldn’t reply back, the service would die. Honie, Audra, Grippy, Sandee, Weebs, Margarita, Mike, Le Clown, Sue, Cathy…and some of you left messages on some of my posts — thank you, thank you. Did I miss anyone? If I did, I’m so sorry — but thank you.
I’ve missed you so much and I’ve got some catching up to do on all your blogs, now that we’re settled here for awhile. Whatever tomorrow brings, it brings.
I am so grateful for you. I promise my posts will be more upbeat in the coming days.
Much, much, much love to you, my dear, wonderful, beautiful friends.