…but I soon discovered just how boring that post would be since I had more devastation over my Skin-tervention & pile of hate-notes from a jilted lover.
Of Course, Yes The Hurricane Was Horrible:
So the weather was bad and the wind howled and the rain poured…there was flooding & many lives were lost, with families left without power.
The gas shortage was as bad as the news reports stated. But as with all things, I had to see for myself and wound up seeking gas as far out as Brooklyn. Here’s a photo & a snippet of my adventure complete with long gas lines & impatient line-cutters.
Thank God for McDonald’s being open (accepting ATM/debit cards)…Yippee!! But there was little else; even the rental cars were all gone so we had to take free mass-transit which was being offered all the way to 42nd Street–as 33rd Street station was creepy-dark:
Then there were the out-of-the-ordinary army vehicles parked around reinforcing the crisis mode:
It took only approximately five hours to navigate the city, but it was worth it to see different vantage points of the storm’s aftermath and to recognize my own reliance on deceptively complex things as public transportation.
What’s Left Is That I’m Bereft:
I own my sadness and wear it like a cloak amidst worries I myself have created. The future: uncertain. The past: unchanged. All I can do is remain in the present. In my dreams I say, “Bring me snow” and what do you know? They’re reporting a Nor’easter.