This weekend --- you may have heard if you know anyone in the New York City area --- we got pounded with rain. Not just rain, but wind. Pounded is maybe too soft a word for it, but it's about what fits; there were guests, according to the news, which reached into the low-level hurricane region. You'd think my aunt the rain goddess was visiting. It was this storm which scattered enough debris on the roads that I suspect it's what flattened my poor new car's tire, although it's possible that it just opened a pothole bad enough that the tire was smashed on that instead. I didn't think I hit any potholes badly enough, but the roads are really torn up, even for being torn up by the blizzards already experienced.
Anyway, there's trees down everywhere. One of my co-workers went 47 hours without power due to trees smashing the utility poles. Another is without her land-line phone service until, they're projecting, maybe this Friday. So she's glad she has a mobile phone as there's clearly no counting on land-lines in case of an emergency. (Had this happened to me, it would probably mean we wouldn't have Internet until the weekend --- we have DSL --- and I know that would drive me mad or to McDonald's, if they have independent Internet sources.)
What we do have in the immediate area are some utility poles downed by fallen trees with messes severe enough that they're still, days after, closed to traffic while the trees are disentangled from cables and the cables put back up atop things. One of them is, inconveniently, on the direct path between home and the nearest Wawa with a gas station (also a McDonald's and a few other convenience stores), not to mention the direct route to the nearest library branch and a few other places of interest. I can route around that, although the next-shortest route to the library and stores such as Barnes & Noble is also blocked by the fallen utility poles. I'm guessing most of this will be cleared up by next weekend, in time for the next round of rain. I hope it is; it feels obscene to take an extra five miles getting home from refilling the gas tank, regardless of how trivial an amount that actually is.
I know, though, that the important things --- a reliable roof, electricity, Internet, and no missing cats --- are all in order, of course. It's a petty annoyance and still kind of fascinating to see routine parts of daily existence routing around these obstacles. But unimpeded roads without debris will be welcome when they come.
Trivia: In the evacuation of Boston in March 1776 the British left behind approximately 5,000 bushels of wheat at the Hancock wharf; 1,000 bushels of beans and ten tons of hay at the town granary; and 35,000 feet of good plank at a lumberyard, according to quartermaster-general Thomas MIfflin. Source: 1776, David McCullough.
Currently Reading: The Ultimate History Of Video Games, Steven L Kent.