Sandy just said 'Hi' and moved on

The Schuylkill River at the Valley Forge River Path south of Pville 

I feel obligated to admit this:  I’m a closet natural disaster junkie and I was excited.  Sandy was Coming!  And part of the fun is in the prep, and of course if something awful had happened directly to me or someone I love, I’m sure I wouldn't feel this way, but, I've got to say…. I feel a little gypped.  Let me tell you:  Sandy was HYPED up here in the Philly region.   We were bunkered in and prepared for 'the worst' - we had food, wine, beer, water, candles up the ying yang, fun non-power-needing projects, and of course, bacon.  And then... windy rain, but the power barely went off, only mild front porch furniture rearrangement, and very little flooding.  Things are pretty ‘normal’ around here today.  Folks are out and about cleaning up yards (raking) and talking about how bad previous floods were (apparently 18 inches of rain fell in 1977) and how we dodged a bullet (poor NJ folks).  Lots of folks and coffee shops (gasp) are still without power, but we have power.  We have coffee.  We have very little debris to pick up.   

@ Produce Junction in Pville

I know, I know.  I should be happy for us and really sensitive to the needs of others, but still.  This is one of my safe spots and I’m going to admit it.  I expected more, Sandy.  You know... some direct impact on me.   Don’t get me wrong – I’m glad, say, a tree didn't fall on my house (happened a bit here in Pville), or my basement didn't flood (it really has never flooded), and I could follow the Chris Christie news briefing this morning (wow does he have an ego), but at the same time…  a little time only relying on candle-power wouldn't have been so bad.  Instead, last evening, I took a bath, we joked our way through parts of 3 Bond movies, listened to some music, played some music, had some lovely un-needed candle ambiance, and enjoyed cold beers from a cold fridge and fully iced margaritas. 

River Path again in Valley Forge

Ok, Ok.…. come to think of it, that isn’t so bad, either.  I’ll take it and cease my self-indulgent, electric using, hardly effected blatherings.  As I sit here on my cushy couch drinking hot Assam tea, my heart goes out to the folks on the shore – some of whom have lost everything.  

All is well here, and that is no hype.