Well, so much for my blithe optimism — Sandy did quite a number on the tri-state area, and our basement was no exception. Our books, stacked up high in anticipation of a few feet of water, were pulped when the shelves that housed them peeled apart and fell. A cheap plywood door was shredded right off of its hinges. Compost blew in from the backyard, and a spare hockey glove landed outside near the tomatoes. Needless to say, the place is uninhabitable, and in any event, 10 days after the storm, there’s still no heat or electricity.
Still, there are plenty of others who fared far worse than we, and who aren’t as fortunate to have friends on higher ground who can house us till we’re back on our feet. The city’s generosity has really been overwhelming, even if for many in public housing, it isn’t nearly enough.
Here’s hoping your loved ones are safe and warm and dry!