lucky, lucky us
Michael and I ventured out last night at about 9:30 to check on the state of things, but we didn't get far before I chickened out.
Perhaps it was the sight of this tree which smashed the windshield of our Super's car. Or maybe it was the sound of wind bursts like heavy machinery gusting down the tunnels of our side streets. Intrepid Michael wanted to soldier on, but I was unnerved by thoughts of impalement.
Everything is easier in daylight, and this morning a walk around the 'hood (limited by knee recuperation) showed many of our local streets blocked
and trees uprooted.
Bridges should open today at noon and busses should start running after 5 pm. Until then we remain in lock down. What to do with a found day in Manhattan? Laundry, canning (both vegetable and pork stock), invoices. There is always work to be done, and I won't complain about spending a quiet day in the company of my husband.
P.S. Just heard a large spruce fell out in PA and is leaning on the house. Damage to roof...unknown.