I'm fine. Still w/o heat or electric, though I do have gas to the stove burners. I feel like a squatter, camped out in my kitchen in three layers of clothing; but a neighbor ran an extension cord through a window, enough to power a small space heater and 60W lamp, and I keep spaghetti pots of water simmering on the stove all day. Many in our little rivertown are in this situation. Stores are still out. A service station was devastated. Our mail is being handled by a neighboring town. The bank is still closed. But things could be worse. (Did you see pictures of Staten Island?)
The power company seems to have done what it needs to do re power lines and all, now waiting for the okay from building inspectors re what homeowners/landlords need to do ~ get literally everything cleared out of basements and for some, first floors (where some had water to four feet) ~ you should see the stuff that's still daily carted away! ~ to have everything professionally power-washed and new appliances ordered, installed, and and electrical work inspected. (Everything "by the book" this time.) Some are waiting for loan approvals.
We're used to some basement flooding w/a certain confluence of events: Nor'easter, full moon, & high tide. I'd initially planned to stay, glad in the end I went to a friend's house inland some. That day, our town had already begun to flood... and it was still *low* tide, and the storm wasn't due to hit for hours yet... the flooding "just" from that tidal surge. Yikes! As it was, two of the roads out of town were already impassable.
I'd have been freaking out to have my one-story home entirely surrounded by the Hudson, with water rising to mere inches below the first floor and with our town's three marinas' worth of boats and logs and parts of outbuildings and piers and all sorts of debris crashing all over the place. Boats were torn off moorings (or lifted off dry docks) and went sailing around on their own, landing in people's yards, dozens landing in the road. I returned to find a sailboat where my deck stairs used to be, leaning against the little house less than a foot from a picture window. (The deck railing is all full of dings.) Hey, that boat and seven others piled up near it did not come *through* the deck, wall, or window. (Maybe because I walked the periphery before I left and prayed over my home?) Truly, the aftermath looked surreal.
This? Lifelong residents here never saw anything like it before.(For various reasons, I remain suspicious!) Truly, so many were taken off guard. But in getting people evacuated as necessary as the storm progressed (in a bucket at one point) and providing food and shelter for some for days, our volunteer fire department was terrific! And in handling this enormous cleanup, our DPW workers are the best!
It's 41 degrees at the moment, 51 in the house. The only thing we could use here in the Hudson Valley is a couple of nice, warm days! Seeing as this is now going on Week Three, the learning lesson for me was that, really, I was not prepared. And as I mentioned at the "Have a good day" post, it did make me realize how much I take for granted. My prayers go out to those who lost their homes or remain evacuated, and the families who lost loved ones. Thanks again for your concern, deacon. :)
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.
~ John Muir
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