I do believe that this may very well be the longest I have ever gone without putting up a post.
And for once, I have an excuse besides just pure ‘laziness’.
No, I wasn’t lazy….. I was just living back in the stone ages for a while.
And once you can get past not having ANYTHING to do, going to bed at 8PM since you are sitting in darkness and bored shitless, and wearing 2 sweaters and gloves to bed because you are colder than a fucking ice cube, it really wasn’t all that bad….
Yes, of course I’m talking about hurricane Sandy. That cold-hearted bitch did a real number on me and my neighbors here on Long Island.
We lost power about 7:30pm Monday.
The first day or two without power is kind of an adventure. You can sit around by candlelight, tell stories, and play boardgames. It’s kinda like going camping and taking your house with you.
Then, it all starts to get to you. By day 4 I felt like I wanted to kill anyone who asked me “So, is your power back on yet?”
The WORST was Tuesday night, a mere 24 hours after the storm, when our power came back on at 10:30PM. We were already in bed (because, what the hell ELSE could I be doing in the dark at that time?), when all the house lights suddenly came back on. We couldn’t believe our good fortune. We all ran out in the street where all our neighbors had already flocked, whooping it up and banging pots in celebration.
4 minutes later the lights went back off. That was probably the cruelest joke that’s ever been set upon me.
I tried about 100 times to buy a generator, but you’d have a better chance on getting a fucking unicorn last week than one of those machines. I tried everything. I was getting up at 4AM to sit on a line already 100 people long at Home Depot, only to be told that there was no delivery that day, and to try again tomorrow.
The worst part of it was that Mini-Me turned 10 last week, and although he didn’t carry on about it, the look on his face as he spent his first day in double-digits in the dark, disappointed and shivering with nothing to do, just about broke me down.
Anyway, whatever the hell doesn’t kill me makes me stronger, and all that shit.
Honestly, I consider myself very lucky. No major house damage, and we still have all our fingers and toes. I know many, MANY people who lost everything last week. My heart breaks when I take a walk just a few blocks away and see the devastation people are dealing with.
Hell, you guys probably know more about the wreckage of New York and New Jersey than I do right now. I haven’t seen a TV in 8 days…….
Fucking Aliens could have invaded and it would be news to me……