Batten down the hatches! Hurricane Sandy is on it’s way up the coast… barreling towards my town at intense speeds. I live at the Jersey Shore…where Frankenstorm is to hit the hardest. Of course!!!
I wasn’t supposed to be here. My original plans were to work a trade show in Princeton, NJ on Monday and Tuesday. Because of the impending storm I was called in a day early… and instructed to pack a bag, as a hotel room had been secured for me.
Yesterday, I ran around like a crazy person doing my laundry, packing, and making sure the elderly women I watch had everything they needed and would be safe. Until my mom’s house is sold I have the responsibility of securing it for the storm also. By 7:30 this morning everything and everyone was taken care of and I was off. At 12:30 the trade show was called off and I was sent home.
Truth be told, I preferred to be home. I LOVE storms! I am not afraid of them. I respect them, but I am not afraid. In as much as I was looking forward to staying in a hotel for a few days, I was a bit bummed I would be missing the storm. After all… there’s no place like home.
Back in September 1996 we took a family vacation to Disney World. The timing could not have been worse. Hurricane Fran was headed toward the US at the same time we were hanging out with Mickey. We cut our trip short and headed north for the long drive home a day earlier than expected… hoping to miss the storm. While driving through Georgia I got the crazy idea to watch the storm roll in at the shore. Two kids and me in a minivan… headed directly into a storm. What the heck was I thinking?
The streets were deserted, the grey angry skies spitting rain, and warm tropical gusts made driving a bit interesting to say the least. Volunteer police and firemen were safely evacuating the locals. I drove through a barrier and made it to the shore. My son’s eyes widened with awe (fear?) as he watched palm trees bend at a 90 degree angle without snapping. A sight he remembers today as an adult. I high –tailed it out of there before I got stranded. I couldn’t imagine having to explain THAT to my husband back home!
On my way home this afternoon it dawned on me that although I made sure everyone I knew was ready for the onslaught… I was not. Other than pulling in the outdoor furniture and things, I had no provisions. A trip to Wegman’s was in order.
Whoa! I have never seen this place so crowed. Everyone was orderly and in a jovial mood… but busy filling their carts with all the standard staples. I was surprised there was still Peanut Butter on the shelves, and eggs in the dairy case. Not a bit surprised tumble weeds were rolling in the water aisle.
The first item on my shopping list was… WOOD. In case we lost power and it got cold, I felt I could always take the chill out of the air with a fire in the fireplace. Just outside the automatic doors was a display of bundled wood. I grabbed one and put it on the lower shelf of the cart. On second thought, I had better grab another. It never hurts to have a spare… right? I am so glad I got to the store when I did. By the time I purchased my items and walked back to the car, the wood display was EMPTY! YIKES! Here one minute and gone the next!
Twizzlers, chips, hummus, precooked chicken, and pizza all made it in my cart. My supplies wouldn’t be complete without wine… so I took a little trip to the liquor store right next door to grab a bottle… or two. Isn’t that convenient?
Back home I am all set. Phone, iPad, laptop are all being charged. The dogs have been walked, fed, and now sleeping. I know where all my flashlights and candles are… matches too! Water jugs are filled, and the back door is being held shut with my kitchen aid mixer. The cars are parked tight between the houses… away from trees.
The lake should not pose a problem as it’s across the street and not tidal. Although the banks most likely won’t be able to hold back the overflow… I doubt it will make it to my front door. My basement is dry at the moment, but without power to run the sump pump it will be three feet deep before ya know it.
All that is left is to decide where to sleep. Do I sleep in my bed upstairs and hope a tree doesn’t crash through the roof… or sleep on the couch in the living room and cross my fingers a tree limb doesn’t come through the window? Eenie, meanie, miney, moe.
Be safe everyone!!