Tuesday, November 17, 2009
The remains of the storm
It looks like the ocean has vomited in several places.
Each little bundle of sea grass contains pieces of wood and glass, a few plastic bottles, an old Bic cigarette lighter, some bits of broken glass and lots and lots and lots of chirping crickets who seem to be protesting the disorientation of finding themselves in a new 'home'.
The water is still very high and, every now and again, I can hear the squawks and grumbles of a few ducks in the marsh.
The wind is still strong, blowing puffs of chilly air that rock the wooden rocker on the deck. It sways absent and all alone, as if to comfort itself from the shock it has recently sustained.
Strangest of all is that there are no sea gulls about. None. I find that oddly disconcerting.
None of the homes here, including this one, seem to have sustained any major damage. I was mostly worried about the new heating/ac unit which sits on a four foot high platform outside the guest room. I was concerned that it might be either blown away or so badly flooded that it wouldn't work.
Thankfully, I was wrong on both counts. The house is toasty warm and cozy, the electricity was never lost, and the food in the refrigerator and freezer is just fine. Even the clocks don't need to be reset.
We were very, very lucky.
My neighbors are not yet up and about and I haven't stopped at my little 'Mom 'n Pop' store at the top of the street to hear all the stories that will be told about the storm. That will come later.
I have an appointment in Rehoboth Beach at 10 AM so I'll be able to see the damage that was sustained to the Boardwalk then.
I don't know if my heart is ready for it.
I'm glad I'm here and can see for myself that Llangollen will be okay. Just some elbow grease is all that's required.
It's always the not knowing that's worse than any bad news one might get, isn't it?
Gives me a better understanding of the story of the apple in the Garden.