We survived Hurricane Sandy pretty much without a hitch. On Thursday, when they were describing the Perfect Storm headed our way, Gregg was ready to race off to TN (his mom offered us a place to stay) with me, two dogs, two cats, and a partridge in a pear tree. “Really?” I was thinking. “Is it going to be that bad?” Well, the answer: yes and no. I have lived on the coast before, but in San Francisco, everyone is much more worried about earthquakes than hurricanes. We weren’t sure quite how to handle this type of weather. Leave? Stay? Board up the windows? Gregg and I started to text and call friends that also live on the Shore. There was a wide variety of panic and non-panic. One guy that’s lived on the Shore for a lifetime responded to Gregg’s text of “Leaving or staying?” with a nonchalant “Staying.”
The wind was blowing so fast that I got out of a couple days of work. I didn’t want to take my chances being blown off the bridge and into the bay.
We couldn’t have had a better storm experience to be honest: knitting, reading, cuddling with animals, and watching lots of tv and weather reporting. We didn’t lose power. No trees fell into the yard or onto our house. And, it being a rental property, the stress of something happening to my house just wasn’t there. So often, I love the lack of responsibility that comes with renting.
To show our hurricane inexperience/non expertise just a bit more…Last night after the storm had blown over Gregg says, “Maybe I should put down/put up (however you say it) the storm windows.” Nice