After 48 hours of non-stop media hysteria (trust me when I tell you that it was wall-to-wall coverage), Hurricane Sandy arrived in this, our little corner of New England. We are fortunate enough to not live on the coast and so we were spared the shrewish Sandy's angry, Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, fury. Instead we got this:
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| Nothing. And a whole lot of it. |
We were ready for the worst. The Boy and I had the garage converted into a storage area for all our deck furniture. The generator had been tested, charged, and ready to go. We were prepared. That part of the hysterical media's message we did heed. Sunday came and so did Sandy and for us, what happened? There was some rain, but nothing dramatic. There was wind, but not a lot of it. Sure it howled occasionally but we've experienced far worse. It seemed for a second during one of the howls that things might get interesting, but alas, no. After all the hysteria, a little part of you kind of wished something did happen.
Then we woke up Monday to the coverage of what had happened in Jersey and New York City. All you wished for now is that your friends in Jersey and NYC were going to be OK. I'm just sick about the destruction, the impact on people's lives, and am in scary awe of nature's unequaled power. To quote my mother, "Oh my hat!"
So am I ever glad we got served a whole lot of nothing. I am secretly glad that I didn't have to fire up that generator. I feel pretty firmly that I would have wound up blowing up the house had we really needed to use it. I am really grateful for the myriad friends and family who reached out to see if things were OK in the Den during the Sandy debacle. How grateful I am to be able to report that all is well. Our prayers are now extended to those who didn't escape her wrath. It's going to be a tough recovery.
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