I live a little less than 4 miles, give or take, from Coney Island, where Hurricane Irene made landfall at 9am this morning. But I’m at the top of a hill, so I made it through the storm unscathed. I stayed inside, there was lots of rain and wind, but no flooding or leaks or power loss. It was a good excuse to buckle down and get some writing (and revising!) done this weekend, and to eat a big home-cooked meal Saturday night, and obsessively watch the cable news. I was actually expecting the storm itself to be scarier than it was. Which of course doesn’t diminish the impact the storm did have on many people up and down the east coast. (A tree fell on my father’s house in Connecticut, in fact, but he doesn’t think there was any significant structural damage to the house—he sounded more upset about the loss of the tree when I talked to him, actually). New York City did see some pretty significant flooding and the subway won’t be back up until sometime tomorrow, so it could be a few days before things are back to “normal.” I have to say, it’s been a pretty interesting couple of days, what with the mayor’s office doing a ton of work to make sure the city got through the storm as best as possible and tons of information flying fast and furious over social networks.
I hope any of you in the hurricane’s path came through it well, and that the rest of you had a great weekend. 🙂