Sometime this morning, when I was taking a shower, I reached for my razor and was dumbstruck for a moment or two to find that my stubble had only grown a fraction -- how could that be, I thought? The answer: we'd been up all night with few-hour sleep intervals, waiting up on hurricane watch and sloshing around trying to bail out our dark basement with a malfunctioning Shop-Vac, eating Craisins and keeping Craisins away from Pippin, that it didn't occur to me that it'd only been 24 hours since my last shower. It seemed like longer.
So, Hurricane Irene itself: we got off easy. Really easy. In all honesty, we were lucky as hell, since our power, water, and pilot light lasted the whole thing through and no trees fell on our property. That was pretty amazing, considering how many power lines there are around here and trees to fell them. Our worst casualties were basement flooding, sleep deprivation, and cabin fever.Friday
: I stowed Nemo and his lucky fin in underground parking. relia
and I took in all the stuff outside (porch furniture, potted plants) that stood a risk of blowing into things, and finished shopping for food and other stuff anticipating a long power outage. We couldn't find 6-volt batteries. We checked basically anywhere that sold batteries, but to no avail.Saturday
: We got up to look for batteries again (no luck) but found some in a disorganized kitchen drawer (yay!) later. Installed Pip a new litterbox in the upstairs bathroom and brought her up with us, where she now currently resides. Masking-taped the windows. >WAIT. >WAIT. >WAIT. Rain started happening, so we set about Shop-Vaccing and bailing out the results into the basement sink, not anticipating that the damn thing would break down over time or that the basement lights would flicker periodically to creep us out and make sure we had our lights on us at all times. This was tiring, but less tiring with both of us. Then we got a call from Rel's dad informing us of a tornado watch over the whole area, effective until 5AM, so we spent the rest of the time until 5AM watching TV/listening to the radio for any warnings specific to our county and Shop-Vaccing. Also watching stuff. That description really underrates how tedious and discouraging this segment was, but eventually we went to bed.Sunday
: Amazed at the continued existence of our power, storm winds beating us up in the morning; cat therapy helped. Ate more Craisins. Denied Pip more Craisins. Had pointless cabin-feverish arguments. Finished playing Full Throttle
. Eventually the winds went away during the hour and then the rain went away altogether, which was excellent because the basement was still something of a kiddie pool. Still is, but that's what the Shop-Vac is for, if it doesn't expire. Thanked our lucky stars that our power decided to stick around. Learned that a tree fell on Rel's dad's apartment (but not on Rel's dad). Went out gingerly in the evening for sushi, discovered creepy emptiness, broken traffic lights, and one brave little sushi place. Hung out with cat more.
Overall: we're fine (me, Rel, Pippin, and Tory), the property's fine, and we're really fortunate. Aside from my stir-craziness, which is not fortunate, for either of us. Getting Nemo back tomorrow. Getting Nemo back tomorrow. Getting Nemo back tomorrow.
Several times Saturday night/Sunday morning I said something to relia
to the effect of "as Bon Jovi once said, we've got each other and that's a lot." We did. It was. ♥
I'm not even going to comment on that excuse for an earthquake, because seriously, you guys, seriously.