So, I went to work, wary of the wind gradually picking up and blowing the branches of the large oak tree outside my office window. I fielded the many phone calls that came in from people inquiring about whether Mass was still on and if the food pantry was still open, as it is on Mondays.
My husband kept texting me, insisting I take advantage of the day off and go home. I compromised, said I would go at lunchtime and at least get a half-day’s work in.
I finished up what needed to get done at work and headed home in the afternoon, rotating loads of laundry in and out of the washing machine and dryer as quickly as I could before Sandy would inevitably shut down our power supply. She did, finally, at 8:15 p.m., when we heard the transformer go.
Tuesday proved to be a particularly long day, but we had come out of the storm pretty much unscathed, save for a yard full of fallen branches. The sun even succeeded in breaking through the clouds at one point.
If I was really feeling motivated, I could break out the rake and do some yard cleanup. After all, most other chores were limited, if not impossible to complete, if they involved the need for electricity.
The utility companies worked as quickly as they could to restore power to homes, and we were back on the grid sometime Wednesday morning, thankfully. The boys went off to school, while the husband and I went off to our jobs.
The refrigerator was replenished of what had to be thrown away that evening and, by Saturday, we were extremely grateful for the extra hour of sleep we would be given that night with daylight saving time beginning.
Things were pretty much back to normal. For us, anyway. It was amazing to realize how far from normal others were who had been hit so much harder by Sandy, particularly in New York and New Jersey.