It’s sunny here now. A beautiful day, really. I took the boys out to ride the bike this morning and the weather was lovely. It’s hard to believe that in less than 48 hours we’re supposed to find out what a hurricane looks like. Besides riding bikes on sunny sidewalks, we also made a trip to the store to pick up some extra gallons of water, just in case. We checked in on our elderly neighbor to make sure she knew we were right next door if she needed us. We’ve been re-evaluating and re-stocking our emergency kit this week — and feeling validated that it is a good idea to have it ready after the very unexpected, if minor, earthquake we felt on Tuesday.
We’ll be home when Irene hits, of course, and my sister will be staying with us. Public transportation is being shut down starting tomorrow, so we wouldn’t really have anywhere to go, anyway. I’m trying to prepare myself for the worst, while hoping for the best. We should be able to take care of ourselves pretty well, as far as food and water goes. We can deal with out power. Our windows face in ways that, I think, make it unlikely that they could be broken. There are few trees that pose a threat to our building. We don’t live in an evacuation zone, or near any of the 26 cranes on top of buildings that cannot be easily dismantled and taken down before the storm.
To be honest, I’m just wondering what we are going to do if things get bad. We can play games and read books, nap and draw pictures as much as we want. But what if it is really scary for the boys? What if things go badly? How can we help our friends and neighbors who are strongly affected by it? There is little we can do but wait it out, hope for the best, and enjoy the time spent as a family.
Best wishes to the rest of you living along the Eastern Seaboard. Let’s hope Irene is a lot nicer than she’s made out to be.