In case you somehow missed the extensive (read: non-stop) coverage of the weather,1 a hurricane made its way up the East Coast this weekend.
I imagine it goes without saying, but this was my first hurricane. I’m from central Illinois; a hurricane would have to travel almost 1,000 miles inland to visit my hometown.
New York, while coastal, isn’t usually hit head-on by hurricanes, and, consequently, everyone freaked out. (Well, not everyone. Our waitress at Black Iris on Friday night kept telling me – without solicitation – that it was no big deal.) 370,000 people were evacuated from their homes, the subway shut down – a first for a natural disaster – at noon on Saturday, and there was not a single bottle of water or a D battery to be had in any of the boroughs.
Our apartment wasn’t in any of the potential flood zones and we had both been really busy at work all week, so our preparations were left until the last minute. While other people were stocking up on canned food, batteries, and bottled water, Marc picked up some vegetables on his way home from work on Friday, I grabbed a couple of bottles of wine on my way home, and we finally got around to looking for our flashlight around 1 a.m. Sunday morning. Oh, and in lieu of bottled water, we filled up all of our pots with tap water.
And then we waited.
The rain started Saturday evening, but nothing major was happening by the time we went to bed around 2 a.m. We woke around 8 a.m. and listened to the wind howl for a while, but we eventually went back to sleep, and, by the time we woke up again around 11:30 a.m., it was over.
The wind has continued off and on for the rest of the day, but things look pretty much normal around here. Our neighborhood didn’t suffer any flooding or power outages, and almost all the stores and restaurants were open for business today. A few trees were down, and a couple of cars had gotten smashed, but, overall, it doesn’t look like somewhere that has weathered a hurricane.
I know other neighborhoods suffered more damage and flooding than ours, but, overall, the hurricane didn’t seem to inflict any lasting damage on the city. Of course, the real challenge will be getting to work tomorrow …
1 I’m not sure that there is any possible way for a conscious human being to have been unaware of Hurricane Irene.