Nemo did more damage than any other storm since we arrived, including Hurricane Irene and Tropical Storm Sandy. We could not drive down any of the streets leaving our house, because there were trees and cables down everywhere. Big trees. We lost power for four days (and therefore heat) and we lost all comms - no internet, no phone, no tv. We were all fine, thankfully, and nobody we know was hurt. Friends had trees down in their yard, a few people had trees and branches come through their roof, but we are all okay. We also got about 18 inches of snow, a foot and a half. And I think the storm made it onto the list of the top five worse storms in the history of Boston based on snow fall within a certain time frame. Let's just say it was horrendous.
We eventually went out and bought a generator to power the furnace. We did not want to face freezing pipes on top of no heat, because frozen pipes burst. After the storm there was a lot of cleanup, and this week we had another storm, only 8 inches this time, and without the wind, but some people lost power all over again. I can't even imagine. Although the generator we bought also powers some lights, the fridge and the electric frying pan so we would be okay, but still.
I am glad that we live where we live. The communication from the state of Massachusetts leading up to the storm, including a ban on all movement during the height of the storm, their communication about the severity was dead on, and their mobilization post storm was incredible, the National Guard was mobilized to help with rescues and tree removal, and electricians were brought in from as far a field as Minnesota to help with the restoration of power. It was truly amazing. And despite the enormous amount of damage, we were out and about and the roads were cleared and power restored within days. I don't think we would have had such a recovery in other parts of the world.
Storms aside, snow aside, winter aside, I am in a funk. I think the last few days have been such an emotional drain, the farewell, the worry about the storm, the frustration at being powerless. Literally. And Mark and I have both been sick. I haven't felt like doing anything, and everything feels like an effort. I hope I snap out of it soon.
Clock seemed an appropriate theme for this week, because we were holed up inside, listening to the wind and watching the clock, waiting for the storm to pass. It battered and blew and huffed and puffed for 24 hours, unrelenting. Mariette's picture was even more apt, since her clock was broken and icy looking, so we will start with her image:
And then my picture, all our clocks are digital so I wanted a different take:
And finally Claire, this is of her daughter looking through her favorite clock:
Lovely Claire. Well, that's it for me this post, our next theme proved to be delightfully challenging, so until then . . .
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