So here we are, post-Irene- or at least post-Irene here in DC.
Now I know that Irene was a beyatch of a storm. I spent a lot of Saturday watching the weather channel, yelling at the weather man to get out of the wave of the giant waves and praying that I wasn't going to witness someone bite it from a flying hunk of debris on national television. I have a friend who lives near the beach in Conneticut and posted on facebook that they had to evacuate further inland. I'm praying that they and their house comes through this unscathed - the pictures from Long Beach are terrifying (did you see the lifeguard headquarters be swept away from its base with Al Roker looking on?). And it's really sad that 10 people have died, although I'm kinda surprised that it's not more considering the frat boys who decided to go streaking the news when the hurricane hit VA Beach.
But from where I was hunkered down, Irene wasn't really more than a big rainstorm.
Saturday morning I helped my friend secure the furniture out back because last thing I wanted was a patio table going through my window. I actually managed to use my bike lock to attach my take to the patio. After that I went with her family to Second Watch for breakfast. As we headed back home, the rain started. At that point I glued myself to the weather channel and monitored Irene's progress up the coast. Occassionally I would go out and check to see how conditions here changed, but it stayed pretty much the same - rain and little wind. Around dinner time, I cooked up some pasta and tossed it with garlicm, olive oil, parmesan cheese, and fresh parsley that I had to go outside for a pick from one of my plants (my herbs were all moved to the patio to avoid the wind).
The electricity flickered on and off a couple of times during the day, but it never stayed off longer than a few seconds. We did end up with a longer black out period later in the evening -around 11pm, but at that point I just switched off the light switches so that if the power came back on while I slept it would not wake me. If anything exciting actually happened around here, I missed it - and I'm pretty sure that I am ok with it. I will confess that I was a little confused when I was woken up by the kids running upstairs and I looked at my clock and it read 2:30 am because kids shouldn't really be running around at that hour- it took me a minute to figure out to look at the time on my iPod, which said that it was actually 7:30 am.
There doesn't appear to be any damage around the house, or around many of the houses in my neighborhood. We were just really really lucky I guess.