One good thing about a row house during a big tropical storm is that there are fewer windows & doors to worry about than in a conventional house. We also do not have a basement. As Irene came visiting during the night it sounded as though she was trying to enter by ripping off the skylight in our ensuite bathroom while her minions turned the stairs and hallway into a thundering railroad.
The sheets of rain came pounding into the front of the house; the storm door leaked copiously, two front windows leaked steadily (one downstairs/one up) and the skylight in the spare room let in enough water to soak more than a third of the spare bed and dampen the carpet underneath it! Although the power flickered ominously it did stay on. I am lucky – so many others have a much bigger clean up this morning than I do.
The manservant who is sitting on a mountain in Chile (of course) rang yesterday to see that I was okay and prepared. I’ve done 9/11, pneumonia, cast & crutches, broken shoulder, earthquake and all the snow storms on my own so I thought I could get through a downgraded hurricane. But I suspect this means I will also be dealing with the locusts on my own ……