Just got back from a friend’s birthday party. (Who, by the way, thought it was hysterical that I blogged about going to the hospital. You would think that going out in this storm would have earned me some points, but no.)
The rain is as bad as I’ve ever seen, and the hurricane isn’t even near us yet. This is still just the outer bands, we have another five hours until Irene hits us. I just turned on the BIG GIANT 45″ flatscreen in my hotel room and there’s a tornado warning area near Ocean City and Atlantic City, which is only an hour away. The man on the teevee tells me 17 homes were destroyed in Lewes, Delaware.
It would be more than a little ironic if I moved from one potential hazard zone to another. Hah, hah!
I passed a Chili’s down the road: “HURRICANE PARTY CRAFT CANS $3.50″. The parking lot was almost empty.
Oops, and the hotel lights here just dimmed and knocked me offline. Here’s hoping we don’t lose power for good.
UPDATE: Uh oh. The tornado warning zone just moved a lot closer.
UPDATE: A notice was just slipped under my door, basically telling us not to panic if we lose power. Emergency lighting will come on in public areas and stairwells. Also, staff members will be around to hand out flashlights. “Please stay in your rooms until daylight.” Also, food selections for the free continental breakfast may be limited.
If my block does flood, I’m happy I won’t be there to see it since I live next door to a cemetery. Know what I mean?
One of my friends was telling me people who have in-ground pools (the fiberglass kind, not the cement-and-tile kind) are at high risk of theirs floating out of their holes during this storm, something I did not know. But it has to beat looking out your window and seeing a bunch of floating coffins.
We have a full house here in Philadelphia, with family who were from coastal New Jersey staying with us, and my brother and my girlfriend as well.
We’ve got a full refrigerator of beer and food, and I have a pork loin cooking on the grill out back. Christina, my girlfriend, spent the day canning tomatoes (this was planned for today anyway, well ahead of the storm). I just cleared my french drain, as well as my downspout, the latter performed with duct tape. I am convinced this repair will not only survive the storm, but indeed will last well into the winter.
I’m pretty sure the creeks under 43rd and 51st Street are going to flood, and the Clark Park bowl will once again become a mill pond (here’s a shot of the old Mill Creek running under 43rd, as it was buried as a sewer, and you can just make out the 51st Street creek here).
My basement will likely see some flooding as it always does -I hate to sound flip, because we have a big storm coming our way- but for now I am going to take another pull at my bowl, crack another beer, and check on the pork loin.
If you want to see if you’re at risk of storm surge from Hurricane Irene, you can use this map.
I really enjoyed this:
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