My wife is pressed against our patio door with her cell phone raised in the air searching for a trace of a signal to send a text. She keeps bringing it down to look at the screen, and then lifts it again to the sky in hopes of sending her message.
My 10 month old son is cradling an iPod touch as it plays the song Notorious B.I.G. He gives an occasional bounce up and down during the hook.
We've arrived at this place because of one reason: SANDY.
The name Sandy should have always remained associated with the great Cleveland Indians catcher of the '90's. But as a Hurricane that managed to affect Cleveland, Ohio, Sandy will be remembered as a super storm for a while.
On Monday afternoon I drove up to Lake Erie to see the storm. Crazy stuff.
We lost 1/2 of our electricity. Our light bulbs work at about half-wattage, and none of our appliances work. But obviously the computer works.
Here's the deal: between my wife being plastered to the window in search of cell signal, and my son clinging to one of the few battery operated devices we own, our family as a whole looks like a panicked mess without electricity. Meanwhile I've been setting up candle stations, carrying around my flashlight, and making sure I have my watch on at all times for accurate time readings.
This is not typical for a Tuesday night. But it is kind of fun.
