After the Storm

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After the Storm

I said in my last post that I wasn’t going to be blogging as much. And I still might not blog as much.

But it’s hard to hold to that today, the day after Hurricane Sandy devastated the east coast, and shut down New York, the city that never sleeps.

We here in the D.C. area had been prepping emotionally and practically for days for this storm. Buying extra water, perhaps power generators, extra food. There was no bread or milk to be found nearby. Costco, COSTCO, was out of bagels.

©NBC News.

I made jokes about it; this is what we do when we’re terrified: laugh at danger, try to seem glib and wry.

Looking at the images of Sandy on the weather radar was humbling enough.

This:

This was last Thursday, four days before landfall. Just so we’re all on the same page here… if you could trace that storm with a pencil and then move it over the continental United States, you’d see that it is AS BIG as the country. I think that’s what people are not thinking about…

Hearing the forecasters discuss her impending wrath and how D.C. was likely where she’d make landfall, was distracting at best and deeply concerning at most.

This was yesterday at 9:10am eastern:

I’m captionless. NASA images.

I live about 2.5 hours from the Atlantic coastline. The Chesapeake Bay, which is large enough and warm enough to have attracted this storm, is about an hour away.

This house in Pasadena, MD, is about an hour away from me. The person who lived here lives no more.

Sandy was about 350 miles in diameter with winds of 90mph.

The winds and weird weather that precipitates a hurricane began about a week ago with the heavy humidity, off-feeling temps, lack of breezes, almost like an eerie cosmic inhale and then stalkerly exhale breezes on the same day. Foggy mornings, cool nights, then warm mornings and oddly uncomfortable daytime weather.

I hail from the Great Lakes. I love to talk about how Lake Erie is so calm and gentle. Not yesterday:

NBC News.

The fam and I hunkered down in our basement, several feet below the ground from any impending tree’s fall. It’s very dark down there, I call it “The Bunker” because you can’t hear anything while you’re there other than the television or the house’s heating system.

Last night in The Bunker, just before I decided it was time for everyone to join me, I heard wind. It sounded like what I think was probably a 15-second long, 75mph gust rip up our street. I heard that easily and clearly when the TV was on.

This morning, my phone woke me at 7am. I programmed it to only vibrate to text messages, otherwise ring for calls or emergency notifications. Vrrrr. Vrrr. Vrrr-rrr. VrrVrrrr-VVrrrr.

I rubbed my eyes and swiped it on. My phone had blown up with texts from friends and family wondering how we were doing. We are fine, thankfully.

She’s fine too, now. ©NBC News

Checking in online, I went to Facebook to hear about my friends and family. Then to Twitter. Oddly, the online world was living life as normal and I wanted to shut it down, shut it all down. I wasn’t and don’t feel sorry for myself. Not in the least: I am grateful to be alive and KEENLY AWARE that I am.

©NBC News.

My muscles hurt from holding in the tension, trying to be strong. I feel like I’ve been holding up a sofa for days.

When I saw some of these tweets, from people all over the place, and mostly from people I don’t know, all I could think was this: You don’t understand, you don’t get it, you want to vapidly tweet about your coffee and your missing keys and halloween and shopping for shoes, and manicures and bikes and the election and what the hell to make for dinner and complain about your iPhone 5 and your cable service and tell me again and again and again (some of you people, get a clue…) to buy your frigging eastern european BDSM thriller eBook (which probably wasn’t edited and likely sucks) and ask about which shoes are best for babies who can’t sit up and are too young to walk, and tell me which GMO foods to avoid when there are people who are dead, dying, terrified, homeless, overwhelmed, sad, lost, bankrupt, sick… I can’t take it today. I just can’t.

A surveillance camera captures flooding in a PATH station in Hoboken, N.J., shortly before 9:30 p.m. on Monday. ©NBC News.

So when someone innocently and appropriately tweeted about whether she should blog I thought, kindly and sincerely “yes, go ahead because the world goes on and this is how life is.” I get it.

It’s not wrong to not be “In My World” — a little emotionally hungover, feeling vulnerable, scared, twitchy, slightly guilty that I still have power, feeling slightly guilty that my house is OK and that my loved ones are still alive. I get it — do your thing because that’s what needs to be done: the world must go on.

But me…? I’m more than just a little hungover here. I feel more like how one does after a wedding rather than after Christmas. All the preparation, planning, keeping in touch with family, trying to stay UPbeat for the kids:

Children must always be as children are. I love this little girl’s spirit. ©NBC News

(swear alert) The fact that this motherfucker of a storm killed several dozens of people and devastated coastlines has sorta taken a toll on me — given me perspective to not really give a crap about what anyone else is tweeting about other than the concern and consideration for the people devastated:

This is a street sign. You know, the ones that are 9′ high? Yeah, one of those.

And undying gratitude for being still alive and for the power line workers:

These people are badasses. I don’t wanna hear ANYONE complain that they took too long. GET OVER YOURSELVES.

Go ahead and tweet pictures of your cappuccinos and blog about your rage against your neighbor who won’t pull in his trash cans.  But don’t expect me to empathize. Not today. And you know what… probably not ever.

So how about it Internet, how about it Facebook? How about it Twitter and Instagram and Tumblr and StumbleUpon: how about a goddamned moment of silence, huh?

Not yet…? How about for the people who lost one of those 50 homes in the fires in Queens, NY? How about now?

Thank you.

17 responses »

    • thanks, sus. i know that life must go on, but … REALLY?! “buy my book! buy my book! buy my book!” and “my toes need new polish, what’dya think of this color?” and … “booboo can’t sit up, but look at these booties…” i just … well, you know.

  1. All I have to do is look at that photo of the PATH station in Hoboken, and think that’s where one of my best friends lives, and I get very quiet. I haven’t heard from her since her power went out last night at 9 PM. I’m really nervous.

    • you are innocent and appropriate and you were also keenly aware of the need for reverence. the fact that you asked showed that you knew, in your empathic heart, that something was amiss. it’s hard to put into words. but when i saw your tweet i knew that i had to write about the inner pull i was feeling to roar loudly and passionately for those who can’t right now. this is not “my” fight – it’s just so so so so SO sad. the houses in Queens are now up to 80 burned to the ground. i will keep blogging. thank you for saying so. peace and love. thank you for tweeting what you did.

  2. Thank you for posting Molly……………..

    It really does put things into perspective…………doesn’t it?…………..We were lucky and I am so thankful that my family up North came out unscathed…………I hope that others that were not so lucky get everything they need (help, hope, energy and love) to get through the devastation that was thrust upon them………………………………

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