Friday, November 2, 2012

Surviving Hurricane Sandy

This has been a hell of a week.  After Hurricane Sandy blasted through Connecticut on Monday, everywhere you go it's utter chaos.  Downed trees tangled up in power lines, yellow tape blocking roads. Houses gouged out by trees, leaving whole rooms exposed. And that's just inland. Get to the shoreline, where my brother lives, and things start to look like a war zone. My brother's home was flooded on Monday night.  On Wednesday I found him, his girlfriend and dog, looking ragged, shell-shocked and cold in their chilly abode. They came to my house to shower and warm up that night, but went back believing they would find things normal again. The clean-up hadn't even begun. With no hope of the power returning anytime soon, they've come back here.

On Tuesday night a colleague of mine stayed overnight here. Thankfully she got her power back last night.  The utility companies are promising Connecticut residents that they will all have their power back by midnight next Monday.  But they also made those deadline promises after Hurricane Irene and Storm Alfred last year and didn't keep them.

I feel like one of the lucky ones. I live on one of the two highest peaks in Shelton. Through the national blackout of 2003 and countless storms, I have not lost power once.  So it's no surprise that my place has become a Hurricane Hotel.  People think I sit up near the clouds overlooking the river--seemingly immune from it all, which is not true. My townhouse community lost 10 trees and one chimney from this storm. I lost my singular front yard tree last year to Hurricane Irene. It just missed destroying my car.

I am just happy that I can keep the people I love safe and warm during this disastrous time that has befallen the Northeast.  I met the niece of a fireman who died tragically in Easton, Connecticut last Monday. They are having the funeral tomorrow. Yeah, I'm one of the lucky ones.

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