We are now stocked up on candles and batteries for the next storm. We had filled the bathtub just in case we lost power. Drained that this morning.
Chancho was thankfully home Saturday night with me and we were able to spend much needed time together lounging on the couch together. Sunday morning he left around 5am to head into work. Which was probably the WORST time that he could have left seeing how the eye of the storm was just nearing NY. However, he was on patrol for downed trees for the rest of the day. There wasn't much action. When I asked him how his day went he nonchalantly said, "I saved some lives." He told the non-smart people to not touch the downed wires. Sometimes, I wonder about people. Chancho made it home Sunday night too, which was a huge surprise to me, as he usually works at the deli after being a cop. He actually scared the bejesus out of me. He pounded on the front door around 8pm. I wasn't about to answer it, so I stayed upstairs thinking "oh they'll go away". Then I heard the front door creak open and I almost shit my pants. Thankfully, he called out saying "Hi Babe!" so my heart could jump back into my chest.
But the worst is now over. I thank my lucky stars that nothing awful happened to us and I pray for those who didn't do as well.
Here are some pictures from the local newspaper of what damage was done where Chancho's mother lives.
|Down the street from Chancho's mother's house.|
|A block away from Chancho's mother's house.|
|This is the town Chancho lived in before we moved upstate.|
|The street my sister used to live on before moving to NJ|
Until next time, Irene.
Quote of the Day: "Hope is a driving factor in helping us stay on course in life, it may feel as though it comes and goes, but in reality there is always hope, there is always a chance for something else to happen, and you need to have faith that it will."
Listening to: "Dirt Road Anthem" by Jason Aldean