Taking a Beating from a Girl Named Sandy
There was nothing funny about Sandy.
The mega-storm that pounded its way through the Northeast last week sucker punched everyone and everything in her path. Entire towns along coastlines were devastated, as streets became beaches and boats found new homes in back yards blocks away from the ocean and bays.
Combining elements like a tropical storm with a full moon and high tide is a recipe for disaster for communities on barrier islands—or any island, if you want to get technical. Sadly, Sandy found her trifecta and walloped the places many of us go for rest and relaxation during the summer months, turning them into battle ravaged war zones.
But here in Bucks County, PA, the beating was delivered courtesy of high winds which knocked out power to communities and towns for days. And days. And days.
The sudden plunge into colonial times (phrase courtesy of my nephew, Danny) reunited families and friends, like it or not, who found themselves bunking with one another in a primitive effort to keep warm and not go stir-crazy. And again, while nothing about this was funny, it did prompt some reflection, about things missed and not, while waiting for the powers that be to once again proclaim, “Let there be light.”
Missed: Television. Okay, I said it. I like my TV. Much as I would like to claim to be far too evolved to pine for such a pedestrian pursuit, I did. In a big way. Sitting on my bum on the couch after a long day, watching people I don’t know entertain me while I decide via the remote whether or not they are worthy of my attention, is a bit of a power trip (no pun intended). Plus, while watching the tube, I don’t have to think, which is something I try to fit in at least once a day.
Not Missed: Television. Yes, I love my TV, but I did not miss the endless onslaught of stupidity served up regularly via the likes of Honey Boo-Boo and her clan of misfits, the Swamp People, the Hoarders, the Moonshiners, and any number of other programs that proudly show people at their worst. Score one for Sandy for at least temporarily relieving the airwaves of such crap.
Missed: Light. Not only was electricity non-existent, the sun appeared to take a week-long sabbatical too, adding to the sense of doom and gloom. Yes, everyone looks better in candlelight, but that’s because you can’t see them. Nor can you read, which I discovered quickly that first dark day into night, when I mistakenly thought, “Oh this is okay. I’ll just catch up on my reading.” Sure, chats by the fireside are nice, but after about 17 straight hours, you run out of things to talk about. And I will never again play another game of charades. Kill me.Continued on the next page