The ONLY Christmas music I listen to during the holidays.
It’s been a year since Sandy and I still see it’s presence. The tiny town I live in, even after months of clean up, looks like nothing hit it. But I can tell the difference. My road still has the remains of houses that were destroyed by Sandy. When my family moved down here I remember seeing all the old, probably abandon, houses on the road that look like they’ve been there since the 60’s, including our house that we moved into.
They looked like they went through some kind of war zone. The houses exterior looked like it was held together by panels of wood with some of them missing and the roofs had missing shingles also. I never thought what could have made those houses into such a mess. As the years went on, we demolished our old house to turn into, what took 3 years, a god damn three story house that’s 12 feet high off the ground with an exterior to would be resistant to old age. The old house was maybe 6 feet high. With new house, I could see everything that I’ve never seen before when living in the old house.
The other old houses were rebuild into 12 feet of modern house building technology too. Living in this house so far was cool. It experienced multiple Nor’easterns, blizzards, an earthquake, a tornado and Irene without any damage. But we weren’t prepared for what people called it, “The Storm of the Century.” After Sandy practically destroyed the state, it left me in shambles.
I can’t believe the island didn’t completely disappear or my house didn’t float away. The storm broke through the dunes from the island and made 5 feet of water reach the peninsula where my house is. But the storm surge made the water reach 12 feet! My neighbor’s said a mini-tsunami coming from the east is what made the water rise to 12 feet. It’s no wonder my bedroom’s windows were covered in mud, my room is on the second floor. I actually wanted to stay and ride out the storm but my step-mom refused to let any of us stay at the house.
We evacuated the day Sandy was suppose to arrive and went to Absecon not like that was any better. When we went back to our town, the day after Sandy, it look like silent hill. It literally looked like silent hill, foggy, abandon cars, down trees, debris everywhere and closed shops that have their windows broken from the wind. We went down our road only to be blocked off by electricians fixing the poles that went down and wires swinging and hanging low. We finally were able to get down our road and saw boats all over the place and damaged houses.
One house was an ‘A’ frame with part of it leaning to one side. A gazebo that was at the end of the road was gone and our houses’ garage was gutted out. The garage door was pushed back from the force of debris coming from other homes and tree branches miles away. Somehow, the heavy shelves were taken away from the water and my boogie boarded was still in the garage along with other mundane stuff.
Now those houses that were renovated have been destroyed and abandoned again. What took years of storm after storm to make the houses into shambles only took Sandy a day, not old age. Now I have to see these houses every day and be reminded of that day.
NOW I BEEP-BOP ALL OVER THE PLACE WHEN WINDS ARE 20 MPH OR SIRENS GOING OFF. WE COULDN’T RUN AND HIDE FROM SANDY! THE OTHER ONES AREN’T GOING TO BE LIKE SANDY BECAUSE NOT ALL HURRICANES ARE THE SAME! THE NEXT ONCOMING STORMS ARE GOING TO BE BIGGER AND STRONGER! WE CAN ONLY TRY TO PREPARE OURSELVES FROM THEM, BUT IT’S NOT GOING TO WORK!
I went to the end of the island yesterday…it partially looks the same since I went down there in May. Some of the house are repaired, but most are still being repaired or abandoned after Sandy.
The lights are flickering a lot here. I’m going to fucking lose my mind.
Taking a break in the housekeeper closet is pretty good. No one can find me to ask that their room needs to be cleaned this second. And if my co-worker comes in here to get some supplies they won’t care. I wish I thought of this sooner.
This Nor’easter has been going on for three days. Soon to be four.
thomas’ stare creEPS THE SHIT OUT OF ME
HE’S SO LIKE VAGUELY THREATENING
"y-you better b-b-back the f-fuck up before you g-g-get smacked th-th-the fuck up"
When I opened the door it was on the bed watching the tv. I just looked at the dog and closed the door, but I felt sorry for it and opened the door again and it was at the door wagging it’s tail slowly. I pet the dog a few times and took it’s picture and checked to see if it had food and water (it did). As I closed the door slowly one last time the dog was looking at me so sadly. It stopped wagging it’s tail and stared at me.
Hey, I just wanted to know, do you like dogs?
OK because room 214 has a "service" dog which I don't think is one because I could go online a buy a service vest for my dog and claim he's one. But If there is a dog in the room don't clean it.