There are so many things I could say about the devastation this storm wrought on the east coast of the United States. The pictures are out there if you want to browse the ‘net. I gotta say, when I saw the boardwalk in Seaside Heights, amusements in the ocean, stores ripped to shreds, the carousel where not only my Brighid had her first ride, but my sister Megan did as well, washed away in the storm – there were tears. I keep in my prayers the people who have to battle back from the tragedy.
But I learned a few things at my house, too. We had minimal storm damage – just a loss of some siding. We maintained power the whole time. We had plenty of food, cases of water, and hot showers. I know these things are a cherished commodity in some communities right now, and I’m grateful we had them. But in all my preparedness, surrounded by the creature comforts (yeah, I bought big dog bones, too, for them to ride out the storm in comfort), this is what I found out, and I am SO thankful!
My kids CAN get along! There were board games played, snacks eaten, videos watched – TOGETHER! No one smacked anyone, no one cried, no one yelled at anyone else. I think that’s damn good for being cooped up for four days.
I could not survive anything without my husband. We went out a couple of times in the days leading up to the storm to pick up supplies, and we held hands, talked, and enjoyed each other’s company. We do this every day, but to do it in the face of who knows what while working under the stress of putting enough food and supplies in for who knows how long, well, it just shows me that after 23 years together, married life really does keep getting better.
And the biggest lesson? No matter how many packages of Oreo cookies I buy, it’s not enough. Oreos, apparently, have some sort of evaporation properties. In four days, four packages of Oreo cookies disappeared from this house. Every flavor – Halloweens, peanut butters, plain old, heads and tails – it doesn’t matter, they all have the same evaporation issue. Not one cookie crumb survived the storm, and not one child – or husband – in this house admitted to eating more than two cookies.
I think Sandi was powerful in ways the weatherman couldn’t imagine.
