Small Scale Sandy in my House
Last night, the phone rang at about 4:00 a.m. It was our door-man, telling me very slowly that the super was on his way to our apartment.
I greatly admire our doorman for figuring out that one speak really slowly and clearly to people when you call them at 4:00 a.m. Apparently, a pipe on the 8th floor had burst. It was raining heavily in the closet in my kids’ room.
Last night this closet was completely full. My husband had the brains to empty the closet. I did not have that level of cognition. All I wanted to do was lie down. Let that be a lesson to you, don’t ask me to do any complicated problem solving in the middle of the night
My husband completely emptied the closet as my boys slept. Today I have been doing laundry. My kids’ hamper lives in that closet. The sleeping bags live in that closet. All of our luggage and tote bags lives there too. .
This is the floor of my kids’ room. It looked worse earlier today.
My house reeks of soggy plaster. I hope that the fan speeds the drying time.
This is gross and overwhelming, and it’s just one closet in one room. Things are much worse on the Rockaways, at Coney Island and in Atlantic City. I can manage to have a bit of perspective.