Now that I have cable and internet back and have seen the devastation Hurricane Sandy wreaked along the East Coast, I feel very lucky to have had a hot shower this morning, to have an intact (if damp) apartment, a very alive (if very damp) family, and a way to get to work once my office reopened. And also that my roommate Rachel (who is originally from New Orleans) had the disaster-sense to grab a cooler and therefore save me from having to eat all five of my containers of Greek yogurt in one day. Or throw them out or something ridiculous like that.
Because for some reason I bought an entire week’s worth of yogurt just before the storm was forecasted to hit. I’m not good under pressure.
I did, however, realize it might be a good time to replace my old rain boots (as my socks and I discovered during a rain storm a few weeks ago, they have holes in them). And even though the DC area wasn’t predicted to be hardest-hit by the storm, the Weather Channel definitely struck enough fear into our hearts to have every grocery store in my neighborhood devoid of gallons of water and milk before I even realized what was going on. So I considered myself lucky that I got to a shoe store in time to snag their last pair of rain boots in my size.
It’s times like these that make me believe in fate. And make Jonathan really afraid for his future.
I’d had a chance to let Jonathan know about the impending storm, and it was somewhat of a role-reversal for us. Suddenly I was the one who wasn’t sure when I would be able to contact him. His internet access, at least momentarily, was slightly more predictable than mine. And he was the one who had to sit back and try not to worry if he just didn’t hear from me for a few days.
Not fun, is it, Jonathan?
Luckily for both of us, the hurricane forecast for my area was pretty mild considering the “severe and unprecedented” nature of the storm system (I seriously watched the Weather Channel for nine hours; scariest possible way to spend my Halloween week). I tried to keep my positive energy focused on friends and family throughout New York and New Jersey, who are all very tough, but didn’t think they’d signed up for hurricanes so far Northeast. So much for my plans of being safe anywhere driving-distance to Broadway.
I was sure to remind Jonathan that my danger was still about three-thousand times less than his on a daily basis during his deployment. But when my power went out, I still used a full 8% of my cell phone battery to search for 3G coverage and email him. If that’s not love, what is?
Rachel, our roommate Paula, and I gathered our flashlights and blankets once the power went out, and the two of them tried to ignore all the grad school/doctorate degree work they had piling up (living with people this smart is constantly humbling) while I tried to ignore all that yogurt in the warming fridge.
We spent the next day gathered in the best-lit room of the apartment. Rachel and Paula caught up on work, while I read a Leon Uris book my mom loaned me, that for some reason I thought wasn’t about the Holocaust, which was a stupid assumption.
By nighttime we were a bit cold, and I found out my parents’ basement flooded even worse than mine was starting to. I hope Sandy enjoyed all the textbooks I left down there after college more than I did.
We ended up being without power for only a bit over a day. The conditions I lived in during this time were still safer and more comfortable than anywhere Jonathan will be living for the next several months. Although he assures me that the food where he is now is “pretty good, actually.” Maybe not Fage blueberry-acai nonfat Greek yogurt good, but good enough.
A good reminder to count my blessings.
Stay warm, dry, (and maybe a little bit drunk), East Coast.