The house is tidy, the cupboards are stocked, and the fridge is full to the brim. A little ledge is the hallway holds double A batteries, triple A batteries, flashlights, tea candles, and glass-jarred prayer candles. Bottles of water rest in the corner of the kitchen, next to a full bag of organic dog food and a bowl of fresh fruit.
Hurricane Sandy will be here soon. We have bunkered down in our top-floor apartment with food and blankets, books and games, and plenty of good music. We've more or less prepared ourselves for three days of seclusion from the world, and we're hoping that it ends up being more of a stay-cation than an actual disaster..
We spent all day out and about, at the farmers market, at the playground, taking Nico to run in the field... walking all throughout Brooklyn. We wanted to get in as much walking as we could before the rain begins. Aside from stocking up on food and supplies, we hadn't really worried too much about the impending storm. But out in the streets of Brooklyn today, you could feel that something was different. People were a bit anxious, frantic, perhaps even fearful... they walked a little faster, smiled a little less, and furrowed their brows just a bit too much. And to notice this about fast-talking, straight faced, eternally serious New Yorkers is saying something. Then the farmers market closed up early, followed by the supermarkets and delis. Then the city closed down the subways. Then they stopped running the buses. And thats when Gaby and I realized that maybe we better get home.
Let's hope that this whole ordeal ends up resembling the last hurricane (when Biet was still so small, and this blog was brand new!) and that everyone remains safe. We are ready for you, Sandy, but please be kind.
(p.s.- my cozy yellow scarf is c/o Flutter by Hannah. Thank you Hannah!)
