Sandy, Sandy, Sandy.
You’re a feisty bitch, aren’t cha?
Currently, I am sitting inside my girlfriend, Emily’s, house, anxiously looking out the window, waiting for the storm to hit. For those who don’t know, Hurricane Sandy is on a path of destruction along the East Coast, and the Northeast is preparing for a hell of a week. The “Frankenstorm” – as it has been affectionately named – is supposed to be a mixture of tropical storm and Nor’estern. Which means not only will there be 60mph damaging winds and potential flooding, but there is the possibility for snow.
Snow. And it isn’t even Halloween yet.
In fact, Halloween might be cancelled due to this freak storm. And the local papers are predicting it to be worse than Hurricane Irene that hit New York last year.
Worse than Irene.
Everyone is panicking. There are long lines at gas stations no matter what time of day, making getting gas quite a chore. Batteries, gallons of water, flashlights, and generators are disappearing off store shelves faster than employees can stock them. People are leaving town, shelters are being established, and it feels like the end of the world. I’m thinking about building a boat, myself.
Emily’s house is in central New York, and was right in the middle of the flooding from Hurricane Irene. Her county was destroyed, but luckily her house survived. But people are still living in FEMA trailers; they have barely finished rebuilding. And now those devastated by the first storm are about to get hit twice as bad.
Her house is high enough up that if there was significant flooding (or the dam broke), the house wouldn’t even be close to the flood waters. But the only way in and out of her town is by bridges. So if the bridges are deemed impassable, we are literally stuck on an island, separated from civilization by the flood waters of Hurricane Sandy. We are debating whether to evacuate early or not, but we have so many animals that we don’t know where we’d go. And we’re not leaving them behind.
It’s not even raining here yet, but watching the videos from the places already being affected by Sandy makes my anxiety level rise. Emily and her mother both work at a hospital (although not in the emergency room), and it’s unlikely that the hospital will close even if they are under water. Which means that both of them have to go into work unless they want to sacrifice sick days/personal days/vacation days. Which, to me, seems ridiculous, because why would you want you’re employees risking their lives if they are not working in emergency services (Emily works in a doctor’s office within the hospital, and her mom works as an outpatient operating room RN).
So, since I have a Subaru Forester nicknamed “The Beast”, I am driving Emily to and from work just incase the weather gets out of hand. Which will be an adventure, certainly.
10:40am update: it has started raining.
Hopefully we will weather the storm safely, and my thoughts and prayers go out to everyone who is currently in the eye of the storm. This is gonna be a bad one.
Sandy is proving to be one testy bitch.
I wonder if I can get WIFI on the arch I’m about to build?