I’m celebrating my first day back to “normal” after the hurricane. It’s so nice to return to predictability, knowing that the lights will go on and the computer boot up whenever I want them to. I ended up reliving the feelings I had during our plumbing fiasco last fall, particularly since only our street was affected by the power outage. I could walk around the corner to business-as-usual, realizing that I was the “odd man out,” the same as before. I tried to keep that in check, but it was difficult.
I remember laying in bed on Sunday night, feeling overwhelmed by the darkness. I wondered if people from pre-electric days would freak out at modern-day sights and sounds. I wanted my world back. Now that it is, I’m doubly grateful for it.
I pulled the camera and the video recorder out on Sunday, then stood outside as soon as it was safe to do so. It was wild – massive wind gusts, leaden skies and persistent, but now light, rain. There were broken tree limbs everywhere. Leaves were blown over sidewalks, yards and streets. Very unsettling.
There was a massive limb down in our front yard, too, along with various other stormy images.