We’ve battened down the hatches, laid in supplies, filled the bathtub with water, and everything that needs a battery has one… or two… or four. All there is to do now is wait for Sandy to show up and with the hope she’s not going to fuck us up too badly when she makes landfall in a few short hours.
They’re pretty much betting that we’re going to lose power at some point and may be in the dark for days before power is restored… and I truly hope things are not going to be that bad where we live, even though this weather hussy is going to make landfall a mere 50 miles from where we live and, oh, yeah, keep going right into us.
Those of you who don’t live in the Delaware/New Jersey area and have seen the predicted path of the storm on your local weather station or The Weather Channel might be saying the same thing we are: We might be fucked.
Evacuations have been ordered in each of our three counties, mostly in the areas known to flood if two dogs get together and piss on something. The governor hasn’t exactly issued a state of emergency, something I find a little surprising since the states around us – Maryland, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and New York – have done this already. He’s only activated 200 National Guardsmen – so far – but has made it illegal to be out driving; that goes into effect at 0500 and the fines will be stiff for anyone getting busted.
I’m thinking it’s a pretty dumb thing for him not to declare a state of emergency and more so since he’s running for re-election – makes me not want to vote for him because it looks like he’s playing it safe.
Remember Hurricane Irene? That bitch paid us a visit last year and while we didn’t get hit as badly as some other areas did, my baby and I did get to watch a tornado to the east of us just roaring by and heading north – it was both pretty cool and pretty frightening all at the same time. It’s just a reminder that hurricanes can spawn tornadoes; I’ve seen three of them and I’d rather not see a fourth so up close and damn near personal if you know what I mean.
It’s funny; on our side of the apartment building, there are two parking lots, an upper one and a lower; all the people who usually park in the lower lot are parked in the upper lot; not only are there a lot of trees bordering the lower lot, there’s a little ‘creek’ that runs through the property and empties into a bigger creek that’s less than a quarter of a mile from here and our little creek has been known to overflow when it rains really hard.
Even funnier, there’s a reservoir next door to the property at the top of the hill. While I’m sure things aren’t going to get so bad that the reservoir loses containment, it does make one a bit nervous to think about what would happen if it ever did – that’s a hell of a lot of water, ya know?. Hopefully, the city officials have lowered the water level in the reservoir…
So there’s nothing to do but wait and see what happens. We’ve checked on our family members – quite a few of them live in South Jersey and too close to where Sandy will come ashore; they’re okay for now and have prepared to the best of their ability. And, hopefully, my mother got to the store and got the eggs and toilet paper she said she needed when I checked on her.
This is one of those situations where you hope for the best… but prepare for the worst. I saw the picture on the right on Facebook earlier today – and thought it was pretty funny… except, of course, we live in the “totally screwed” bubble.
But, I’m not worried; I’m actually looking forward to the wind and rain… and watching my neighbors outside walking their dogs. Ah, it makes me so happy that we have a cat! Although, if the storm gets too noisy, she’s gonna want to either hide under our bed… or hide in the tub and all I have to say is I hope she looks before she leaps – but it’ll be pretty damned funny if she doesn’t look first…