At around 5 am, I peeked my head into Kitty's room to see if her fiancé who is a New York City cop came home yet but because of the heavy rain making it impossible to drive, he had to stay at the station. She was awake because the wind was getting aggressive and was worried about João, so I climbed into bed with her and we listened to the thrashing rain hoping that the windows wouldn't get smashed in on our faces.
Barely getting much sleep, we came downstairs for a breakfast of Caldeirada, a traditional Portugese fish stew that we enjoyed while watching Claudio's zucchinis and carrots that he didn't rescue from his garden yesterday thrash against the sliding glass door. Claudio started retelling his about hunting victories, particularly sharing about my sleeping buddy, the stuffed turkey that slept next to my head and how he didn't want to die and was trying to escape his destiny. Claudio picked up on how shocked I was as I was looking at him with wide eyes and a mouthful of fish stew. "What do you think happens before your Thanksgiving feast?" he asked me in his thick accent with a raised eyebrow. "What do you think they do? Cuddle him into submission before it's placed on your plate for you to devour?" Point taken.
Kitty's fiancé finally came home and the three of us stayed in drinking mimosas and watching trashy wedding shows where the brides only have 2 thousand to spend on a wedding but want a Tiffany themed reception with Hermés china and Vera Wang gowns. Insanity.
The hurricane must have passed over where we were because although the winds were high and there was a lot of rain, it wasn't as bad as we had anticipated. Unfortunately, for other parts of Long Island, New Jersey and the East Coast, they were hit harder and will be dealing with some major clean-up next week.Upon returning to my mom's house, she had a new lake in the backyard that wasn't there yesterday, trees fallen over and there branches everywhere. Our next door neighbor's car was totaled by a 50 year old oak falling on to it and roads were blocked off due to knocked down power lines. It looked like a disaster scene.
The sun started to peak out and it looks like Irene is gone. I didnn't have much planned for the evening because I was preparing to be locked in with no electricity and candles. So, I had no choice but to make myself feel like an old lady and watch the MTV Video Music Awards. The last time I watched the VMAs was when Weezer and Spike Jonze won 'Best Video' for Buddy Holly. Glory days...
I hope everyone was safe and that the clean up and damages won't be too extreme.
