Something Wicked This Way Comes

It seems we have found ourselves again waiting for a storm, a big one, er huge.  This time it is Sandy who will make our acquaintance either as a tropical storm or a hurricane some time this evening.  Schools and businesses, Wall Street, the market, the subways, and rail and road all closed down in anticipation.  After last year's storm, Tropical Storm Irene, and Tropical Storm Tomas that we endured while living in Barbados, we have just come to accept these storms as part of our lives.  I have been nervously laughing my face off over some of the posts on Facebook and other social media sites as we all anticipate our lady's arrival.  She looks to be tough, enormous, and strong.  With sustainable winds of up to 75 miles per hour, she will prove to be aggressive, destructive, and brutal. Wicked.  We fear the creek behind our house overflowing again and broken trees and downed power lines.  But for now, we are sitting in the house with pots and pans, garbage cans, and a tub full of water, with electricity fired up, waiting. 

And it is the waiting that is the hardest part.  While the husband, who thank God is home this time, and I watch the windows, check the space in the freezer for room to put more food when the power does finally go, review our cases of water, and all items to our evacuation bag, fret, the girls are dancing naked, playing golf in their Halloween costumes, and picking at their healthy lunch and devouring stolen junk food treats.  Didier is cracking me up with his meteorological knowledge delivered with the greatest French accent.  Nearly everything he says is funny enough to send me reeling.  It's a great distraction.

We are not sure what to do next.  Our original plan was to go to some friends' house to ride out the worst of the storm and avoid the possible flooding of the creek, but we are getting Intel that says the creek should hold.  There has been little rain of late so the creek is low and the reservoir has been drained to accommodate the expected rain.  It would be nice to stay home though I am certain I will not sleep more than a wink or two.  Anticipation is not something at which I excel.  In fact, the craziness of this wait has led me to early afternoon alcohol consumption.  I feel better now.

The wind and rain has begin to kick up though it is still bearable.  In anticipation of what is to come, I have found some of my old posts about past storms from City Mom in the Jungle.  Please enjoy.


Hurricane Irene:
http://citymominthejungle.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-then-hurricane.html


Tropical Storm Tomas:
http://citymominthejungle.blogspot.com/2010/11/tropical-storm-tomas-arrives-i.html

http://citymominthejungle.blogspot.com/2010/11/tomas-home-alone-with-no-power-ii.html

http://citymominthejungle.blogspot.com/2010/11/tomas-starting-to-fade-into-light-iii.html


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