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magidIt had started drizzling Sunday. On Monday morning, the wind started picking up, gusting impressively, though the precipitation didn't intensify until later in the afternoon. I'd battened down the hatches, putting the storm windows down, bringing in a few things from the porch and moving other things to be less liable to blow around/away. I hadn't stocked up on groceries or gotten extra water, hoping it wouldn't matter, given how Boston wasn't looking to be hit nearly as hard as NYC.
I girded myself to go out later in the afternoon for my shift at Artisan's Asylum, which was open (until/unless the power went out). I totally overlayered; it was damp, but not cold. When I came out, there was a piece of trim that had fallen off the building. Unsurprisingly, few people were out, on foot or in vehicles. I was wearing rain boots, and took advantage of that to clear some storm drains of downed leaves as I went. There were also some boughs to pull out of the way, trash lids to kick aside as well.
At the Asylum, there was a trickle of people coming in, most of them regulars, though at one point a couple came in for a tour, since we were open when no one else was. One of the Asylum folks started experimenting using a cart and a sheet to see if he could sail down the street (mostly unsuccessfully, but it was amusing to watch).
The people there decided to have a social gathering; I went home to get some alcohol to share. I was surprised to see that the Johnnie's Foodmaster near me was open, so I went in to get a few things. Which cost me later: that meant that by the time I was walking back to the Asylum, it was pouring.
I was drenched when I got there (it had even rained into one of my boots, enough so that I poured water out when I got there), and the proposed movie watching never quite happened, but half a dozen people ended up trying the seven liqueur flavors I'd brought. It was nice to hear people's reactions.
It was still pouring as I headed out. I was leaving at the same time as someone else, and after I'd walked a block, he drove by and offered me a ride the rest of the way, which was nice.
When I got home was the worst part of the storm for me: I could hear water drops falling inside. I had hoped the deluge wasn't so bad, but the water had overwhelmed the storm drain in the middle of the flattish roof, so there was water falling in the bathroom (from the fan over the bathtub, which is actually fairly convenient, if it has to happen), and in the corner of the kitchen, near but not over the sink. I moved all the booze and put some pots under the drips, mopping up what I could. If I were more organized/handy, I'd make a funnel with tubing leading down the the sink....
One of the pots filled quickly enough that I was glad when the rain tapered off and the drips followed; it would have overflowed overnight, or I would have been extremely underslept.
I was lucky: though there was obvious wind damage around, none of it was severe enough to interfere with electricity or water, and while I heard the wind much more than usual, it didn't feel like the house was shaking (though maybe the contrast with how the earthquake shook colors that for me).
And this morning the sky was blue with little white clouds, though this afternoon it's rainy again, but nothing untoward. I hope that the people much harder hit by Sandy recover quickly.
eta And then there was that that impressive thunder, lightning, and hail storm Tuesday night. Short but intense! I'm glad I was inside for that.
I girded myself to go out later in the afternoon for my shift at Artisan's Asylum, which was open (until/unless the power went out). I totally overlayered; it was damp, but not cold. When I came out, there was a piece of trim that had fallen off the building. Unsurprisingly, few people were out, on foot or in vehicles. I was wearing rain boots, and took advantage of that to clear some storm drains of downed leaves as I went. There were also some boughs to pull out of the way, trash lids to kick aside as well.
At the Asylum, there was a trickle of people coming in, most of them regulars, though at one point a couple came in for a tour, since we were open when no one else was. One of the Asylum folks started experimenting using a cart and a sheet to see if he could sail down the street (mostly unsuccessfully, but it was amusing to watch).
The people there decided to have a social gathering; I went home to get some alcohol to share. I was surprised to see that the Johnnie's Foodmaster near me was open, so I went in to get a few things. Which cost me later: that meant that by the time I was walking back to the Asylum, it was pouring.
I was drenched when I got there (it had even rained into one of my boots, enough so that I poured water out when I got there), and the proposed movie watching never quite happened, but half a dozen people ended up trying the seven liqueur flavors I'd brought. It was nice to hear people's reactions.
It was still pouring as I headed out. I was leaving at the same time as someone else, and after I'd walked a block, he drove by and offered me a ride the rest of the way, which was nice.
When I got home was the worst part of the storm for me: I could hear water drops falling inside. I had hoped the deluge wasn't so bad, but the water had overwhelmed the storm drain in the middle of the flattish roof, so there was water falling in the bathroom (from the fan over the bathtub, which is actually fairly convenient, if it has to happen), and in the corner of the kitchen, near but not over the sink. I moved all the booze and put some pots under the drips, mopping up what I could. If I were more organized/handy, I'd make a funnel with tubing leading down the the sink....
One of the pots filled quickly enough that I was glad when the rain tapered off and the drips followed; it would have overflowed overnight, or I would have been extremely underslept.
I was lucky: though there was obvious wind damage around, none of it was severe enough to interfere with electricity or water, and while I heard the wind much more than usual, it didn't feel like the house was shaking (though maybe the contrast with how the earthquake shook colors that for me).
And this morning the sky was blue with little white clouds, though this afternoon it's rainy again, but nothing untoward. I hope that the people much harder hit by Sandy recover quickly.
eta And then there was that that impressive thunder, lightning, and hail storm Tuesday night. Short but intense! I'm glad I was inside for that.