The day before Irene made land fall I emailed Bill's family who live in Ocean City and Washington DC inviting them here to the Country Side in South Hamilton should they be ordered to evacuate. Ryan and Julie in Ocean City did leave driving inland to stay with friends while Kelly and Steve held their fort down in DC. Both families had no trouble with Irene and here in Sunny South Hamilton we lost power for six days! I should of evacuated to their houses! The lights here wavered and went black last Sunday morning as I was heading to the shower to get ready for my Sunday shift at Michaels. I angrily drove to work (because Michael wouldn't give me the day off) in a typhoon of rain squalls, over downed power lines on top of Williams Rd but made it to work where the rain was coming in to the building through the front windows of the bar. Thad and I unplugged the bar lights and pulled out the tables and chairs and put towels and bucket on the floor in an attempt to soak up the rain water. Little old ladies who don't know any better than to stay home in a freaking hurricane, were pulling up in their impalas for a luncheon and getting beat up by Irene in their 6 step walk from the car to the front door. Then bitching at us like it was our fault there was a hurricane to begin with! A large limb broke from a silver maple onto the back deck off the kitchen just missing chef Michael Martin by a few seconds as he was just standing in the same spot where the limb landed talking to his wife on his cell phone. Not having any business what so ever in the bar, it was agreed that I wasn't needed that day and could go home. Which I knew ahead of time. Whatever.
Sunday night, Mom had a house full celebrating all the August and September birthdays of our family with no power and a boat load of dirty dishes and no way to clean them. So, we just scrapped them and put them in a large cooler until the power came back on and had another glass of wine an watched Irene spout off for another half an hour or so before heading home. Mom got her power Tuesday night. Bill and I didn't get ours until last night around five. I was doing a happy dance to my apple radio next to lamp oil light with a dirty martini in salute! I didn't rough it as bad as Bill, driving over to mom's to shower, while he was heating water on the gas stove to sponge bathe in. Bill gets the Anne La Bastille award. But I'm in a close 2nd catching up on canning marinara. Everything organic, tomatoes, onions, garlic, basil, oregano and parsley from our garden. The only thing store bought is the tomato paste to thicken it. I've canned 15 jars of marinara and 6 jars of pickled beets. The ten year kitchen is back in business and with power! Life is good again here in Sunny South Hamilton. I was able to stay on line with my iphone and did catch some video of towns to the north and south of me totally devastated by flooding. Town's pretty much washed away. Such a tragedy. My heart goes out to them and then again fills with pride to see how these small communities pull together in these troubled times to help one another out. All I can say is good night f--king Irene!
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