August 27, 2011

Seeing The Light

The problem with this storm is not going to be the wind. It's going to be all the water, the rain, the storm surge. From what I understand, it's pretty saturated up there already. Handling all this water and the storm surge will be what gives everyone fits.

Send some to Texas! If we could... it would be great. Maybe one day someone will invent ways to send water from places with too much, to areas with not enough...

Anyway, so my bil and sil own a restaurant in NJ, kind of on a barrier island type. They have bay on one side and ocean on the other. Last I heard, my bil didn't want to leave. It's not that he wanted to sit it out, but that he was afraid once he left the island, the authorities wouldn't let him back on to check on his place and his food.

Food spoilage is what has made him near insane. Staying wasn't going to keep it from going bad... but the thought of not being able to check on his homegrown for 30 years business... has been a tough thing to let go.

So this morning I left a message on my sil's answering machine. 'Hey, it's Bou. I just wanted to let you know, when they're talking 3-4 foot storm surge, they don't mean 3-4 foot waves. They mean the ocean coming up to greet you 3-4 feet bigger. Think tsunami. OK. Love you. Bye."

Nothing. Crickets. Whatever.

So I waited about three hours and called my bil on his cell. This was the conversation. When he picked up I heard the radio and wind.

Me: Hey. It's me Bou

Steve: HEY! HOW are you sweetie? *big jovial mood*

Me: I'm GREAT. So what are you doing? Are you going to evac?

Steve: Doin' that as we speak, hon. I decided to pack it in. I froze what I could and found a guy to keep my food cold with his full natural gas generator. I'm good. Getting off the island right now.

Me: Excellent. 'Cuz, I was calling to tell you how much we loved you and if you didn't evac off the island, we were going to miss you.

Steve: Bwahahahahaha! You're not kidding are you?

Me: Nope.

Steve *laughing REALLY hard*: No, baby, I got it. It's not worth it. "Uncle Steve. He was a great guy when we knew him..." Bwahahaha. You really did call to say that?

Me: Yup and to tell you you've been a great uncle and my kids loved you and how sad we were going to be that you wouldn't see them grow up the rest of the way.

Steve, laughing even harder: Holy crap. That's great stuff.

Me: Well, I feel better. Be safe. We love you.

Steve: Love you too dear. *laughing* You crack me up. Talk to you after the storm...


So, they packed it in and I feel better. Being on a barrier island with a 3-4 foot storm surge is not a good thing. As I said to my husband this morning, "I really like Steve. I'm going to be so sad if we lose him..."

Once he'd fully accepted he had no control and he had to work with the hand he was dealt, Steve moved into his normal jovial self.


Posted by Boudicca at August 27, 2011 12:40 PM

Last sentence is a total of 26 words and it speaks volumes!! So glad he accepted not having control!! Now I don't have to say "yeah, one of the blogs I visit lost some loved ones to Irene". They'll still be in my prayers, tho!

Posted by: PeggyK at August 27, 2011 09:39 PM

How have they fared?

Posted by: Mrs. Who at August 28, 2011 10:18 AM

I'm not sure. They have a house inland, which I know is fine. I don't think they'll let him back out to the island for another day or two. That's if the bridge didn't get washed away. What a hassle that is. Remember that I-10 fiasco in Pcola?! (Of course you do... it may still be going on!)

He's going to want to go out there NOW. As soon as a storm leaves here, my husband is at the office. After Francis he went and there was an entire 2nd floor window blown in. What a mess.

Posted by: Bou at August 28, 2011 10:22 AM

I just got off the phone with my bil. He said inland it was just a lot of wind and rain, probably TS force. He said it was enough for them to have a full appreciation that they don't want anything more than that.

His whacky sister stayed on the island. They're like 3 generations on that island. She owns a hotel. (I say whacky with affection. I do like his sister.) She said it was nasty, but the bay stayed... at bay. That's what they were worried about, the Bay swelling up. No flooding and the causeway should be opened this afternoon.

I suspect his business will be very very busy tomorrow...

Posted by: Bou at August 28, 2011 10:37 AM

Yay for the good news!

Posted by: Mrs. Who at August 28, 2011 10:52 AM