I have power back, at last. The above shows what I saw the morning after Sandy swept through. A tree down, ripped out by its roots, blocking the street. Mercifully, it did not crash into anyone’s house and hurt anyone or damage anything. Many were not so lucky. Trees came down all over town, sometimes crashing into roofs. Power on our block was out for longer than for some others because an enormous tree came down with live wires onto a house nearby and those wires impacted our power supply. It took some time, and help from a team of power workers from Florida (see the comments), to straighten that situation out.
I am so grateful to all the out of state workers who came to help us bring us back our power, and the local PSEG workers, as well.
Gratitude is one of my primary emotions when I think back on the past couple of weeks. Friends, neighbors, relatives, even strangers all pulled together to get through a difficult situation. And I feel very lucky that our situation, which could have been so much worse, was not that bad, really, all things considered.
What a long, strange post-apocalyptic acid trip it has been, though. It has all felt a little surreal. Everyone being out of power for days with no known end in sight, the long lines for gas, people lined up with their gas cans to get fuel for their generators. School and offices being closed for days. Chaos with commuter lines. Trying to find out which stores had power and fresh food. All the people needing shelter (and clothing and, well, everything) because their homes were destroyed by flood. The shocking devastation to the shore area. The grim gray canopy that hung overhead for days after, creating an overcast semi-twilight all day.