"Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time;
it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable."
-- Sidney J. Harris --
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Continuation. From my paper notes:
Mon, 11/5
Still no power. They keep moving the estimate out. It's literally freezing outside, and there's a classic nor'easter predicted for Tuesday and Wednesday. My house is COLD! My usual body temp is 97.5 or so, and my body is very heat-conserving - when I'm cold, blood flow to my skin and extremities shuts down. I get chilblains when I get too cold. As of today, I've had it. I'd feel better if we'd get some kind of hard believable estimate.
[Now, I know there are people who, as of 11/14, as I'm posting this, still have nothing. People with small children in poorly insulated buildings with no heat and no hope of any for weeks yet. People running out of food with no stores open near them, and no transportation. People sleeping on floors in shelters. I know that, and I know I should feel grateful that things worked out comparatively well here. But that doesn't change the fact that on 11/5 I was COLD! And miserable.]
I want a hotel room! (I discovered that with no phone book, and no internet, and a stupid-phone, it's a bit difficult to figure out how to make calls.) I know that refugees and utility workers have filled most of the hotels with power anywhere near here. I started calling the most expensive hotels first, figuring they'd be the last to have filled up. Surprise - there are no rooms available anywhere within 70 miles.
Ok. Put another pair of socks on and take another bath. Between the hot baths and the chilblains, my skin is going to fall off.
We finally have some gas stations open along that 4-lane road. Odd-even rationing. Long lines, including people with gas cans trying to get generator fuel. Luckily, Hal has about 280 miles worth already in his belly.
Neighborhood kids are sad - no Hallowe'en this year. The Governor had postponed Hallowe'en to today, but with no heat, nobody wants to be opening doors repeatedly.
Mail today. Still no checks. They are now a week late.
Tues, 11/6
Neighbor George's generator is ancient. It makes grinding noises. He had set it up just under my bedroom window. Oddly, the sound doesn't bother me. Something about the key or timbre. It sort of doesn't register in my ears. Except that now it has begun backfiring. That amuses me.
Voting day. All the polling stations have been combined, all voting will be at the township hall, where there's limited parking. I figured there'd be cars lined up waiting to get in, and hours-long lines inside. Big surprise. I parked in the lot, and when I got in, there was only one person ahead of me at the booth for my district. Kind of sad.
A few restaurants are now open, so I ate lunch out and doggie-bagged half for dinner. I think I'll do that every day now.
I'm running out of candles, only two left. Hit a bunch of stores. No candles anywhere to be found. But in Home Depot I found a battery-operated LED lamp that runs on four D-cells. Of course, there are no D-cells left anywhere. As I was headed to the checkout with my lamp (hoping maybe I had some D-cells in a closet somewhere), a just-arrived case of D-cells, still on the pallet, was opened right next to me. I snagged 2 8-packs. I'm set for life!
Estimate for power is now Saturday.
My slab is getting colder, and Jasper is still unhappy. "Fix it, Mommy!"
Wed, 11/7
The traffic lights came back! The intersections are now open!
Remember that nor'easter? I think it's here. It's quietly snowing, 2 pm. And it's sticking. They were predicting a lot of wind, so this is a bit of a bust, but hey, we'll take it.
We have still seen NO utility trucks in this whole neighborhood. Not even a glimpse of one. Wires are still down blocking some streets. We are now the only section anywhere around here with no power. Keyport was clobbered, as shown in the video in an earlier post, and THEY have power! It's maddening to drive three blocks north or south and see streetlights and porch lights. And to see people sitting in warm living rooms watching TV. Like, why are they more deserving? Why are we ignored? NO FAIR!
Wow. One can get very personal and very emotional about stuff like this.
Mail - the checks arrived!
Thurs, 11/8
Woke to a few inches of snow on the ground.
BTW, cell phone reception has been odd since the storm. I've called Daughter, and it rings and goes to voice message, and then when I shrug and walk across the street, she says it didn't ring, AND my message isn't there. Several of her friends said the same thing, that they called or texted her, but there's no evidence that it went anywhere. I have also made a few calls outside, to upstate NY and Pa, and they seemed to ring at the destination, but there'd be no answer and no switch to voicemail. But other times it'd work fine. Someone said there were towers down and the remaining towers got overloaded, but even so, one should not have got the impression the call went through when it didn't.
Daughter and Hercules are spatting over the generator. He wants to still restrict it to a few hours in the morning and evening to save propane. She points out that tanks are fairly easy to find now that fewer people are on generators, not like earlier when you couldn't find propane anywhere. She thinks it's unfair that he sits in a warm office all day, with lights and radio and everything, and then thinks he can dictate unnecessary conservation to her. Frankly, I agree with her.
No garbage collection again. We've had one collection since the hurricane, and that was on an unscheduled day, so no one had their garbage out. We can usually hear the trucks on the next street over, so we can rush our stuff out, but with all the generators running, we can't hear them coming.
Speaking of generators, the exhaust is settling close to the ground, and I can feel it affecting my breathing.
Fri, 11/9
Saw the first utility truck on our street. George ran out and flagged him down. Guy says today, with luck. Just in time. It's 50 degrees F mid-day in my house, colder overnight. I was about ready to improvise a fireplace in an unused corner of the living room.
Electricity came back on at 6 pm, and has stayed on.
I opened the refrigerator for the first time since the hurricane started, and the smell was so bad I immediately slammed it shut again. Not a spoiled meat smell, more a rotted vegetable smell. I'll clean it out on Sunday evening, ready for (I hope!) Monday's garbage collection.
Lost from the freezer:
P.S. - Yes, that's Eggo waffles. I refuse to be embarrassed. That's the first Eggos I've bought in like 15 years, and they're for the Nugget!
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So, today, 11/14, things are looking more normal (of course, I'm speaking only for this area). Stores are restocking. Most restaurants away from the waterfront are open. Sadly, many of the most popular, the ones with ocean-front or bay-side views, may never open again.
This morning, I was awakened by birds chirping. The little birds are finally back. Oddly, the seagulls and terns are still missing, and no geese have flown over since the Monday of Sandy. Yesterday I realized that part of the reason for the odd quiet the first few days after the storm was the absence of airplanes. We are on the flight path for the NYC airports, but so far out that when the planes pass over, they are very high. But there are never fewer than three high planes visible at any moment, so even though they aren't loud, it's a constant low sound, always present.
During those eleven days with no TV or internet, I know I should have taken advantage of all the otherwise wasted time to get some stuff done here. But - I was cold! I read almost every moment. Not moving and not exposing body parts, huddling next to candles, was much nicer.
I have about 80 books lined up on the Kindle, and was disgusted that I couldn't read them, because I couldn't recharge the darn thing. New and lasting appreciation for paper books! Future post - what I read.
Oh, free piece of advice - don't buy a used car for at least the next two years.
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