If you’re reading this, you probably have power, which is more than several million of us can say. Sandy came, and all the dire predictions turned out to be understatements.
We rode out Sandy in our twelfth-floor apartment in New York City, since our neighborhood is far uphill from the Hudson River and there was no chance of our building flooding once the rain forecast came down. I was at peace with that decision until they closed the subways, then the tunnels, then the airports, then the bridges, and Manhattan felt a little too island-y for comfort.
Then I was nervous, though I tried not to let the kids see it. They found the whole thing a lark– when we woke up Tuesday morning and still had power, Maggie said hopefully, “But we might still lose power. I mean, we could.” In our neighborhood, Sandy was just another storm– until you remember that the subways are closed, and will be closed for days, and so you really can’t go anywhere.
At least the buses are coming back– if you can find your stop, that is.
Despite the levity of this picture, we were all awed by the destruction we saw just in our neighborhood- and again, we were almost totally spared.
My kids didn’t have school last Friday for teachers’ conferences. Now NYC schools are out for the third day in a row, and with no subways and no power below 34th Street, I’m thinking the whole week is a wash at this point. We’ve made muffins, done art projects, watched Fred 3: Camp Fred a few times, and we are stuck in a tiny enclosed space and well, Parents of Schoolchildren Want Their Lives Back, as the Wall Street Journal explained this morning.
I know I am lucky to be bored, to be enduring the survivors’ giddiness of my children. All I have to do is check my Twitter feed to get a cold-water dose of reality. (That’s how I’ve kept myself busy for the last several days: tweeting like I have been deputized by FEMA to do so.) We have it better than most of our friends outside the city. We have power, we have running water. We have WALLS. My friend in the suburbs is bringing her four children into the city today to join us in our cramped apartment becuase at least the lights are on. And since today is Halloween- and Halloween is cancelled- we’re going to put out some candy and put on their costumes and try to make it feel sufficiently trick-or-treaty. I’m not worth my mom badge if I can’t figure out how to get these kids a little candy tonight.
Tell me how you and yours fared during Sandy.