Yesterday was a strange day.
I wish I had a more literary, illustrative, lyrical way of putting it. I’m sure Melville would have done better. But for now, all I can think is that it was… strange.
Outside the storm did what storms do. The wind blew. The rain fell. The water rose. But there was a certain “business as usual” air about it. As if Irene had just clocked in for the day. And was putting in her time. Doing her job. Saving for her 401k.
Inside, the storm didn’t really change anything. We watched endless hours of the Gilmore Girls, practiced our witty repartee, and ate copious amounts of tapioca pudding. The lights flickered a little and we’d have to reset the dvd, but we never even fully lost power. In fact, about the most dramatic thing that happened yesterday was having to wait two and a half hours for our chinese food. Sure, our egg rolls were a little on the chilly side. And the heat from my chicken cashew, no chicken, had made the fortune cookies a little soggy.
But that was about it.
And then this morning we woke up to find that just two miles away from us, twenty five houses had been destroyed. Some swept out to sea. Others had just collapsed where they stood. They face east while we face south. Two miles. And an entire world of difference.
And it hardly seems fair.
How our day could be so Stars Hollow, vegetarian egg roll, business as usual. While other families were out there losing everything.
If you’re the praying type, I’d ask that you pray for those families. That what was lost can be replaced. And quickly. I know many of you out there were praying for us, and I can’t tell you how much that means to us.
Pretty much…the world.
**This is the view from the sea wall right in front of our house. You can see that the water came up a good ten feet, and at its highest was even lapping over the top. But the wall held strong, and it never made it farther than that. On the east side, reports are saying water came inland as far as a couple of blocks.