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The Hurricane Sandy Chronicles: Part 4
Oct. 28th, 2012 04:05 pmThe turkey carcass yielded about five cups of turkey bits. The bones are simmering on a slow flame in the medium stewpot. So that's done. The hard drive is backing itself up as I type.
The Mother of All Closets has had clothing removed from the pole in front of the leaky window, the better to change out the towels. I swear that window is going to be the next thing we fix here, well before the living room floor.
18 gallon tubs are staged by the respective bathtubs. The BIG stewpot (five gallon capacity) has been filled with water and is sitting on the back burner in the downstairs kitchen. Candles and matches have been placed strategically all over the house and I'm carrying one of those wee LED flashlights in my trouser pocket.
I have to tinker with a load of laundry that requires special handling, and I have to chop the appropriate vegetables to add tasty flavors to the turkey broth.
It started to rain about half an hour ago. It's raining in earnest but not particularly aggressively, and the trees that I can see don't look particularly agitated. I think this may be plain old weather and not part of the trifecta.
This has got to be hard on all the migrating birds that will be sucked into this as it squats over the Atlantic Flyway unless they change their course. But the storm is alleged to have a thousand-mile footprint.
The Mother of All Closets has had clothing removed from the pole in front of the leaky window, the better to change out the towels. I swear that window is going to be the next thing we fix here, well before the living room floor.
18 gallon tubs are staged by the respective bathtubs. The BIG stewpot (five gallon capacity) has been filled with water and is sitting on the back burner in the downstairs kitchen. Candles and matches have been placed strategically all over the house and I'm carrying one of those wee LED flashlights in my trouser pocket.
I have to tinker with a load of laundry that requires special handling, and I have to chop the appropriate vegetables to add tasty flavors to the turkey broth.
It started to rain about half an hour ago. It's raining in earnest but not particularly aggressively, and the trees that I can see don't look particularly agitated. I think this may be plain old weather and not part of the trifecta.
This has got to be hard on all the migrating birds that will be sucked into this as it squats over the Atlantic Flyway unless they change their course. But the storm is alleged to have a thousand-mile footprint.
