The city is freaking out about Hurricane Irene. It was a beautiful day today but there was a nervous energy in the street; the sidewalks seemed more crowded than usual, the lines at drugstores and groceries snaking down the aisles. People clutching bottled water, toilet paper. I went to five stores looking for D batteries to no avail.
My wife the civil servant is in Brooklyn tonight. She is part of the city's emergency response team, working 12 hour shifts at an evacuation center in Brooklyn. Hopefully I'll see her tonight before she has to report again for duty tomorrow. Once the city's transit system has shuddered to a halt tomorrow afternoon, I'm not sure how she'll be able to come back home from Brooklyn. So when does my wife come home?
The idea of going through a hurricane with just me and Alice, without L, is boggling and ridiculous. I am very proud of my wife for the work she does and the spirit she brings to her job. I hope she understands that she is doing important, humane work. But her absence tonight - and presumably, through this long weekend of emergency - baffles me.
I found some batteries at home and we have one good flashlight. I pulled aside candles and matches. We have enough food, I guess, and milk and water. Water bottles in the freezer. I guess we are almost ready, with almost everything.