Something woke me from my sleep at 2:30 last night and I went to my window. I could see the glimmer of water where it shouldn’t be, but where I expected it to be. Tuck and I went down to the porch to look. The Hudson had risen to the tracks but did not go over them, and the puddle in my lower yard was even higher than during Irene. The electricity was still out.
The basement was dry. Water in the basement has been an obsession with me since the year waterfalls of the Las Vegas ilk poured through the bulkhead at the street and down the front yard, and again formed waterfalls through the stone foundation into the basement. I lost so much of my life and family history in that four-foot flood. But having my sons at the house to go through their damp possessions filled me with bittersweet pride and joy.
Relieved about the basement I dressed and walked down to the crossing to see if I could get a few photos. I’d never seen the river this high and hope never to again. Sorry. I don’t use the settings that often on my camera, and in the dark getting a picture was impossible — even tho the flash kept going off. I should go back to my rangefinder.
I went online for any other information I could find, but finally went back to sleep.
In the morning, the Hudson had receded, but the backyard duck pond was still at high tide. When it went down I checked the shed. It had flooded during Irene and so we had raised it by two cinder blocks, and the day before Sandy I put boards under the snowblower. Still when I looked inside, water was sitting in the open ash catcher on my charcoal Weber grill. The water was at least a foot deep in the shed. I wonder if it will come back up during this afternoon’s high tide. It’s like living on the Nile.
The electricity is back on and the generator has been tucked away. I heard from my boys that the streets they live in on Brooklyn didn’t flood, no trees hit the car, one spent yesterday making pickles and today has been commandeered by the city to help with the relief effort, the other is on tour with his band JP & the Gilberts and missed the storm completely. My mom’s assisted living in Jersey has water and gas and is getting a temporary generator for power. My sister in Jersey has a tree in her driveway but is happy that that is her only worry. Lee received no calls from tenants.
The sun came out and my dentist called to make sure I went to my appointment this afternoon.
We in Cheviot did pretty well. We missed the big winds and heavy rains. My heart goes out to NYC and the Jersey Shore and to all who suffered losses.