A Lack of Trick or Treat Enthusiasm
I want to write a long, photo filled blog post about Halloween. After all, the boys got a big treat yesterday. Since Sandy didn’t strike us as badly as we thought it would, they were actually able to go out Trick or Treating.
The kids had a great time during trick or treating and so did I. So why can’t I work up the enthusiasm write about it?
As I said above, Sandy didn’t hit us hard. It did hit my family and friends, though. My parents lost power and had trees down all over. Just to get out of their residential area, three trees had to be moved. My sister has power back now, but she lost it for over a day. During her outage, she tried to find a place to buy ice. While driving, she had to keep turning down different roads to avoid downed trees and power lines. She made so many twists and turns that she got lost.
During one of my brief conversations with my parents, they asked me to check in with my uncle. Not only was he in the path of the storm as well, but all of my cousins were including one cousin who lives in New Jersey. After a full day of calling, I finally reached him. We spoke briefly, but he confirmed that they were without power as were all of my cousins. They were all safe (as were my cousins), but they needed to drive under a partially downed tree leaning on a power line to get out of their driveway.
The last person I was trying to contact was a friend of mine. We’ve been friends since junior high school, he was my best man in my wedding, and I was a groomsman in his wedding. No matter how often I tried, though, I couldn’t get through to him. I left voicemail messages and sent e-mails hoping something would reach him. Finally, yesterday, I heard from him. He was ok as is his family in New York and New Jersey. A tree ripped out the power line going to their house and they were looking at at least a week without power. Unfortunately, I didn’t have a long time to chat with him. He called with only 2% of his cellphone battery left and the phone cut out.
Even though I know they’re ok, I’m used to the era of instant communication. I want to talk to my parents so I pick up a phone, dial their home or cell number and reach them. I’ll admit that, at times, I’m lax in communicating with them because of this freedom. After all, what’s the rush to call when I can talk to them at any moment? However, not having that instant communication ability is maddening. I want to know what’s going on and how they’re doing, but I am only able to speak with them for brief moments every so often.
Here’s hoping that power is restored soon and that the recovery efforts move speedily.