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trinityvixenI admit to being highly skeptical of the hurricane's likely impact, but then I could afford to be, given that my building was in this little bubble on a hill in the middle of Manhattan where none of the worst of wind or water was going to affect me. I didn't stock up on food--hell, I even ordered delivery! Twice! I mostly spent the weekend ignoring the outdoors and being bored because, blase about the weather or not, I wasn't about to venture out into it.
I knew, however, that it would be bad, and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moonlightalice was scouring the news and finding the worst of it. I also knew that my parents would be having a way worse time of things than I ever could.My parents' basement floods semi-regularly when it rains, to say nothing of what happens in a tropical storm. There's something wrong with the way the town drains flow around the corner on which their house sits, and the town isn't in any hurry to fix it. After the last horrible flooding, I went home to help my mother scavenge the wreckage, which lead to her throwing out three-quarters of the things stored down there. She swore she'd avoid storing much down there in the future, but time breeds complacency, and when I called her this morning, she was sounding very harried as she was in the middle of the clean up.
This time around, nothing precious or irreplaceable is down there (we had stored our bins of personal stuff from when we were kids there before the last flood), but a lot of her fabric for quilting is. I'm not sure how much that's a good idea when the basement isn't already prone flooding as it has certainly always been very damp otherwise. (I left a cloth-covered binder down there once. It grew mold in the space of a couple of months.) The fabric's tucked away in plastic bins and the only furniture down there are those plastic-coated industrial metal racks on which the bins are stored. It's still got to be a pain to manuever all that. She thinks my elliptical is probably toast, too, though there's a decent chance that it can be salvaged once dry, as the batteries that power it are up high on the machine. We'll see.
We got lucky in New York, that's a certainty. People are even able to go to work, though that was never an issue for me as I bike, the ride is right through still more areas that were never flooded, and it's a beautiful day outside for it. I'm glad the mayor and governor overreacted, though I wish more thought had been spared the suburbs as they seem to have had as hard a time of it as any.
I knew, however, that it would be bad, and
moonlightalice was scouring the news and finding the worst of it. I also knew that my parents would be having a way worse time of things than I ever could.My parents' basement floods semi-regularly when it rains, to say nothing of what happens in a tropical storm. There's something wrong with the way the town drains flow around the corner on which their house sits, and the town isn't in any hurry to fix it. After the last horrible flooding, I went home to help my mother scavenge the wreckage, which lead to her throwing out three-quarters of the things stored down there. She swore she'd avoid storing much down there in the future, but time breeds complacency, and when I called her this morning, she was sounding very harried as she was in the middle of the clean up.This time around, nothing precious or irreplaceable is down there (we had stored our bins of personal stuff from when we were kids there before the last flood), but a lot of her fabric for quilting is. I'm not sure how much that's a good idea when the basement isn't already prone flooding as it has certainly always been very damp otherwise. (I left a cloth-covered binder down there once. It grew mold in the space of a couple of months.) The fabric's tucked away in plastic bins and the only furniture down there are those plastic-coated industrial metal racks on which the bins are stored. It's still got to be a pain to manuever all that. She thinks my elliptical is probably toast, too, though there's a decent chance that it can be salvaged once dry, as the batteries that power it are up high on the machine. We'll see.
We got lucky in New York, that's a certainty. People are even able to go to work, though that was never an issue for me as I bike, the ride is right through still more areas that were never flooded, and it's a beautiful day outside for it. I'm glad the mayor and governor overreacted, though I wish more thought had been spared the suburbs as they seem to have had as hard a time of it as any.
