It's warm today in the wake of the hurricane. Windows are open and birdsong is in the air. I was rather hoping that the storm would serve as a giant leaf blower and clear my yard, but if it did, it must have done the same for a neighbor because I have at least as many as before it started and now they are wet and icky. I spent a little time wandering around the neighborhood in my red plastic poncho and high boots yesterday calling for my foster kitty, Martin. I suppose I looked more than a little like an apple and if I had been he I wouldn't have come either. Eventually he did turn up at his home (I got a text message...from his owner, not from him) and I could relax.
As the stories pour in from New York and New Jersey and all along the East Coast I realize how very lucky we are. Looking at the pictures of Manhattan I found myself hoping they had been Photoshopped. Unfortunately, they appear to be the real deal. The usually bustling metropolis looks like a movie set from a science fiction disaster flick. Fires in Queens took fifty homes. At least sixteen people lost their lives yesterday because of the storm. Even here in Massachusetts there are many still without power, although compared to the mid-Atlantic states we got off easy.
And so we are issued another reminder of how unpredictable life is, how fickle and unfair. All the toys and fancy cars, the political signs and pedicures, don't really amount to much in the face of life and death. Be grateful you are safe. Check on the neighbors. Help those who didn't fare so well. And open the windows. The birdsong is beautiful.
As the stories pour in from New York and New Jersey and all along the East Coast I realize how very lucky we are. Looking at the pictures of Manhattan I found myself hoping they had been Photoshopped. Unfortunately, they appear to be the real deal. The usually bustling metropolis looks like a movie set from a science fiction disaster flick. Fires in Queens took fifty homes. At least sixteen people lost their lives yesterday because of the storm. Even here in Massachusetts there are many still without power, although compared to the mid-Atlantic states we got off easy.
And so we are issued another reminder of how unpredictable life is, how fickle and unfair. All the toys and fancy cars, the political signs and pedicures, don't really amount to much in the face of life and death. Be grateful you are safe. Check on the neighbors. Help those who didn't fare so well. And open the windows. The birdsong is beautiful.
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