I still can’t tell just how serious we’re supposed to take our gal Irene, at least not here in Philadelphia. All non-emergency travel was banned in Delaware yesterday and obviously, New Jersey and New York shut down all public transportation, followed by Philadelphia, last night. The streets are largely abandoned, but it’s not raining all that hard at the moment. We were told to expect to lose electricity last night and Grace and I received an email from our building manager yesterday morning with a list of emergency supplies we should have stocked, but so far we still have power and internet. I guess the brunt of the storm is supposed to hit New York late this morning, so maybe the worst is yet to come, but I still can’t help but feel this is all a bit overblown. The news agencies were telling us to purchase large quantities of gasoline and batteries – I half-expected them to tell us to stockpile guns and ammunition as well.
I share something of that feeling, Joel. Part of it is the sheer thrill. As a contractor I knew once said of taking a sledgehammer to things, “Destruction is fun.”
Even when you’re on the receiving end.
So long as you (or yours) are not destroyed.
Which is, I reckon, why it’s only a part of you (or me) who feels the thrill.
Josh, we had friends visiting overnight last night. They just took one of their triplets, who attends Temple, back to Philly last week. Lori, his mom, was calling him, nearly every hour on the hour, to make sure he was safe.
They were here, settling in their oldest triplet in his first apartment in KC. (He’s going to UMKC, a double-major. Music, full-ride and Business.)
(I hope he follows music instead of business, like me. He is young, the world is his oyster. I will just hold hope for him.)
I still can’t tell just how serious we’re supposed to take our gal Irene, at least not here in Philadelphia. All non-emergency travel was banned in Delaware yesterday and obviously, New Jersey and New York shut down all public transportation, followed by Philadelphia, last night. The streets are largely abandoned, but it’s not raining all that hard at the moment. We were told to expect to lose electricity last night and Grace and I received an email from our building manager yesterday morning with a list of emergency supplies we should have stocked, but so far we still have power and internet. I guess the brunt of the storm is supposed to hit New York late this morning, so maybe the worst is yet to come, but I still can’t help but feel this is all a bit overblown. The news agencies were telling us to purchase large quantities of gasoline and batteries – I half-expected them to tell us to stockpile guns and ammunition as well.
Lucy has posted some photos here and nearby in her Flickr photostream.
My impression so far is that it’s not as bad as it could have been but it’s still not good in some areas.
Of course, I’m about as far away as I could be…
Confession: there’s a part of me who roots for the natural disaster to do as much damage as possible.
I share something of that feeling, Joel. Part of it is the sheer thrill. As a contractor I knew once said of taking a sledgehammer to things, “Destruction is fun.”
Even when you’re on the receiving end.
So long as you (or yours) are not destroyed.
Which is, I reckon, why it’s only a part of you (or me) who feels the thrill.
Josh, we had friends visiting overnight last night. They just took one of their triplets, who attends Temple, back to Philly last week. Lori, his mom, was calling him, nearly every hour on the hour, to make sure he was safe.
They were here, settling in their oldest triplet in his first apartment in KC. (He’s going to UMKC, a double-major. Music, full-ride and Business.)
(I hope he follows music instead of business, like me. He is young, the world is his oyster. I will just hold hope for him.)