Fragments: September 2
The phone vibrates again, it’s the 2nd time in an hour. We’ve gone from Tornado Watch, to Thunderstorm warning, to Tornado Warning.
I live in New York. On Long Island. How is this possible?
Rain pelts the roof, the wind gusts in huge, pushing rushes. A look out the window reveals rain that overtakes the rest of the view. It’s coming down at a Pythagorean 45 degrees. There’s no perceptible drops or streams of rain; it’s a blanket now.
The sound on the roof is also a blanket; gray and white noise that is oddly comforting although there is a small voice in my mind that’s telling me to be worried.
J is worried. Should we take the kids downstairs? What do you do when there’s a tornado? I’m trusting the Weather Channel app. It’s hitting the north shore of the island more, we are in the middle, I say.
The voice is still there.
The sound is still there, the wind is still there, and so is the rain.
Did you take down the umbrella?
No. It’s fine.
Yea, until it goes through the sliding glass door.
I am up now, and down the stairs. Bailey is up too, and following. I don’t want him to come outside as wet dog is not a great lingering smell.
The door open, I’m out on the patio in my underwear- it’s 11:30 and the first thing through my mind is what if the neighbors see me out here?
The umbrella closes quick and the rain lets up a little; the umbrella is up and out and on the deck box and there it is: an open grill. Being rained on and rained in. The top gets closed, and the cover goes over it, and the thoughts creep in.
You know people who think of every detail. They get bountiful yields from their garden, they change their own oil, they have no debt, they iron their week’s wardrobe ahead of time…
You… close the grill a day after using it. You… don’t batten down the hatches before a storm. You… trust the Weather Channel app.
The last time I see the clock it’s 12:45am. We aren’t in Oz and I know some people got hid hard with floods. This is the remnant of a hurricane, and I know people in Louisiana are worse. Although I should say a quick prayer, I don’t. I’m beat and want to go to sleep.
The rain is stopping now, but the wind pushes and rushes on like what’s left of my thoughts before I fall asleep…