Waiting around for a hurricane to hit can be exasperating. Do I bake a cake, knowing the power might go off any second? How many flashlights and candles are enough? How much outdoor furniture should be stored away? How many books will I need? (I’m neurotic about running out of reading material.) And how many projects will I get to? (Equally neurotic. It’s a total waste to be a passenger in a car without knitting. )
Hurricane Irene kept the East Coast waiting this past weekend. We’d heard the warnings for a couple of days, eyes glued to weather.com, ears to the radio. Just a few days before, a small (5.9) earthquake had hit the same area. Now a hurricane? We’d also heard a rumor about a tornado.
My New York City daughter -in -law joked that T-Rex was next. She lives not far from the Museum of Natural History. You never know.
We had planned to bike and swim outside of Milford, PA. Saturday began gloomy, with intermittent sprinkles. No biking, but a few swims and kayak rides. The geese and the heron, unmindful of weather, seemed happy, gliding to and fro. The wind and rain kicked up later in the day, though we were still able grill a steak. By Sunday, the rain pelted down heavy and hard; forget swimming.
I completed two projects before the power went out.