Hurricane Sandy

Hurricane Sandy busted through the doors of New Jersey and threw a tantrum.  She howled, spit, bit, shrieked, stomped and made a mess.  We don’t have electricity and our town’s substation was destroyed so there will no electricity for awhile. Gas stations are running out of gas so we are all preserving the gas in our cars by walking.  It gets to the mid 40 degrees at night so we wear hats inside, several layers and bury ourselves under heavy blankets.  We read by lanterns and shut off our flashlights to preserve batteries.

But, hon, we have hot water and a gas stove, no damage to our house and great neighbors.  The night after the storm, when our street was blocked by downed trees and lines, we had an impromptu “S’mores Night” around our fire pit.  Friends stayed until 11pm chatting and commiserating.  People brought chocolate, marshmallows and graham crackers…and homemade bread, beer, wine and champagne.

School was cancelled this week and I suspect it will be next week, as well. “Mom, Mother Nature doesn’t like Halloween,” said one of my daughters.  I assured her that the freak snow storm last year and the hurricane this year are highly unusual.  “Mom, what is there to do without computers and t.v.?” asked the same daughter.  I dug latch hook kits out of a closet and she and friend worked most of a day on latch hook pillows.  Next on the list:  crochet hats for her dolls, if I can figure out how to crochet!

I am able to post this because I found Wifi a few towns away and I’m not sure when I’ll be back on the internet.  Hurricane Sandy has given me a lot to think about:  tornadoes, wildfires, tsunamis and radiation leaks.  I don’t think Mother Nature is against Halloween but I do think she wants to show us who really has power.

Here are some pics from my town:

boards that were blown off a store front
a store prepped for the storm

a downed transformer

this tree took out four cars (not mine)
the hill up to my house

Beach at Summer’s End

Rehoboth Beach, DE, Hurricane Earl

 

Long Beach Island, NJ
Long Beach Island, NJ

In early September 2010, on a family trip to Rehoboth Beach, Delaware, Hurricane Earl blew in.  I dubbed Earl “The Equalizer” because the spirit on the beach and in the town before and after the hurricane was one of camaraderie.

Before the storm hit, shops taped and boarded windows but stayed open for business. Hon, the undertow was so strong that if you stood in the ocean-carved channels on the beach, you’d be knocked right off your feet.  So, what did everyone do?  Stand in the channels, of course. Then laugh like crazy and help each other up as the water swirled and pulled.  As wind picked up the night before the storm hit, news crew showed up, but vacationers still strolled the boardwalk eating home-made ice cream and Thrasher’s french fries (dipped in vinegar, of course).

At nine am on the morning of the storm, you would have thought there was a party on the beach. Hundreds of people came out to watch the ocean.  The sand stung your face and the wind whipped your hair, but everyone was friendly and talkative.  Lifeguards, off-duty for the day, surfed.  Luckily, Earl blew on by, the worst traveling out to sea.  The day after the storm, the only evidence that “Earl The Equalizer” had touched down was the still churning channels of water, the strong undertow and the atmosphere of awe.

At summer’s end this year, Mother Nature was quiet on Long Beach Island.  Stormy or quiet, the ocean has so much to say.