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.
Well, okay, it rained earlier. Came down pretty heavy for a while, then started to clear up. My mother called a few hours ago, to find out if we were okay. I looked out of the window as I spoke to her, to find a somewhat drying landscape. No problem, if that’s what they call a hurricane.
The hubby called me down for dinner (I’m rebuilding my consulting website and tend to lose track of time when that happens!). I sliced sausages and took another look outside. Nothing doing. Huh. Big deal, hurricane!
Then…hello Noah! It looked like somebody tipped a bucket from a nearby cloud and dumped the water all at once. Pretty impressive. My husband joked about Bill Cosby and his classic Noah routine.
What…you’ve never heard Bill Cosby’s Noah routine? It’s perfect for today. And check out that young, young Bill Cosby!