Weary of it all! And we are the lucky ones. No harm to our house or property. But no power, or hot water. We were toughing it out as long as we could. Boiling water in spaghetti pots for baths, cooking by flashlight. But one can take only so much. The October temps started to turn into November frostbites. We're no 1%ers but we are now in a hotel. We are using the money we saved for our Anniversary trip in January.
The second night the candlelight calmed me and I wrote this poem:
LIVING BY CANDLELIGHT
The candle light mezmerizes
the face of the Virgin illuminates
a spontaneous shine
for what I'm feeling now
Zenlike, not to listen to constant updates
Zenlike not to click on the computer
The words of cable not rattling in my brain
I am at peace
What I hear is Silence
What I feel is Grace
That was a wonderful poetic moment, but I admit it didn't last forever. Nor did playing scrabble by candlelight. That game gets tired fast when your 18 year old granddaughter beats you by 127 points.
The hotel is warm and cozy, but they won't extend our reservation and we will turn into refugees on Monday. We are told that we won't get power until next Friday, Nov.9.
At first the hotel was kind to the community. People were huddled in the lobby getting warm, getting free wifi and even getting free showers at the spa. But this morning the burly hotel security guards started asking if people were staying in the hotel, and if they weren't they had to leave. One mother with two kids managed to plead and succeed in staying, the squeaky wheel gets the grease.
My son's basement was flooded, trees blocked his driveway and conked into his chimney. He has no power and we each promised to provide the other shelter but we're all in the same boat.
My husband, Joe is going nuts and threatening to move, but where? I don't like anyplace but here, and our two sons, and grandchildren, plus friends all live here.
Enough complaining. What are some of the highpoints?
I had a very cosmological mystical dream last night, though I think it was a metaphor for death.
My 18 year old granddaughter is stuck with us, so we are having fun being BFF's. We went to the mall which was horrendously crowded with people seeking shelter. At least they weren't turned away there. Retail therapy=her expression. She bought a bracelet watch, and I bought glittery turquoise winter gloves that really cheered me up. I can't wait to wear them, and since the temps are dipping in the 30's I won't have to wait long.
We can watch TV. Not that I want to see anymore depressing pictures of what happened to our beloved NJ shore. If you saw my blog, "The Real Jersey Shore", that town, Belmar, was totally underwater and people were being rescued by kayaks.
But my granddaughter and I watched X Factor together, and that was fun. Britney Spears made a big mistake getting rid of Diamond White. She's the new Whitney Houston and is incredibley talented. I'm a fan of Jason Brock.
I'm going to say Adios now. Hope you all are doing well, Keep the Faith.
(to view photos of some of Sandy's wrath in NJ see my new blog, "Frankenstorm Sandy Photos: The Trees Revolted")