It's three days since Sandy hit the eastern seaboard, and luckily my household fared well, all things considered. Water seeped through our foundation into the furnace room of our basement on Monday. But we were able to control it with hourly wet-vac'ing and towels. We thought we'd be up during the night, but to our surprise, the night was dry. We lost power from 6:30 p.m. on Tuesday until 3:15 a.m. Wednesday morning. I was in the midst of preparing for my lodgey lounge proposal and prayed through the storm that we wouldn't lose power. So when we finally did, I was in good shape for my meeting (which due to Sandy, was postponed until Wednesday).
My children celebrated: my youngest's high school was closed Monday and Tuesday. And my oldest, who lives and works in New York City, had two free "vacation" days. The crane that's dangling on West 57th Street is adjacent to her office building, and her building has been evacuated. She gets to work from home for the rest of the week. Luckily she moved last month from East 34th Street, where there is no power, to the Upper West Side, where there is. So her modest studio has been host to some of her girlfriends who have no water or electricity in their apartments due to the storm.
I feel fortunate to have weathered (no pun intended) Sandy so inconsequentially. When I look at the devastation in New Jersey and Breezy Point in Queens and even check in with friends nearby who will be without power for an unknown amount of time, I feel lucky. Despite all the efforts of interior designers to make our workplaces and abodes inviting and hospitable, no one can predict the surprises Mother Nature brings. So, as I get back to blogging after the crush of deadlines for my show house and lounge projects, I will refrain at least for now from writing about interior decoration, when what so many people need right now are interiors.