I just didn’t have any pithy? or wise? thoughts to offer last week. We had just spent a very long week of 10 hour days trying to reclaim the houses that were “enjoyed” by our summer tenants at the beach. We call it “hell” week and as usual, it lived up to its name. I have a feeling that our tenants have far more fun at the beach than I do. John left for Europe, and I came home alone with a van full of tools, things to be fixed, and not a lot of energy. By Thursday (my self-imposed weekly blog deadline) I had done nothing interesting to write about…but
in a brave moment a few months ago, I signed up for a workshop in the city with Lynne Perrella, a mixed media artist with an original eye whose work I very much admire. “Brave”? one might ask. Well, for me who rarely takes the train into the city, let alone the subway (under ground??!!!) to an “unknown” part of town…let’s just call it ALL a “personal challenge”…add to that, John was in gone…so, the city, the train, and, the subway without a safety net? And then, Sandy showed up on the horizon! Have to admit, more than a few times, I considered just letting it all go. Still, I went about gathering together the supplies and tools on the workshop list, and checked and re-checked train schedules and bus routes (I could always walk, right?). Made myself a route cheat sheet to stash in my pocket; memorized street names…you get the picture… And Sandy just kept coming. And, in the end, so did I.
I came, I stayed, I worked, and when word came that the MTA was shutting down the transit system in a few hours, I LEFT! I was soooo glad to get home to “my spot”…even if it was to hunker down to watch the ominous newscasts of the storm making a dead aim for “my beach” and which as time passed (thankfully with hot water, lights, and tv–never taken for granted after last October) also heading for a part of the city that I am sure I will visit again…and, yes, I will be taking the subway to get there.
Just a note: Hurricane Sandy was truly devastating for many and will continue to be for months, even years. My story is just a small one, and totally inconsequential to the rest of what is going on just miles south of here.