Oh Sandy. You are not the one that I want.
Despite my posting about it on Friday, which I thought was sure to send her out to sea, Sandy is on her way. And then I even went to the BBC and helped Dad bring in all of the furniture and lawn friends, which I REALLY thought would push her out to sea. No good.
The house is boarded, sandbagged, and tight as it can be. We thought some folks would be staying behind at the BBC, but after a mandatory evacuation order was issued and the water was at the dune line this morning, they decided to go. Good thing too, because the only access road to Broadkill Beach was nearly flooded on their way out. Being stranded on what is essentially a barrier island without power or a way out isn’t really a fun thing, so I’m glad they left.
I know it may seem like I’m a little obsessed with this, and I probably am. But I have to say having a beach house in a place I absolutely love brings storm watching to a whole new level. I see it in my family and I saw it in the neighbors I bumped into when we were securing our house on Friday, we all love this place and want to see it safe. Sandy is not safe!
So Sunday I needed to distract myself. And so that means cooking. A lot of cooking. Starting with breakfast–pumpkin monkey bread (recipe coming soon!)–and moving right through the rest of the day. Soup, biscuits, etc. Just keep cooking. And keep the Weather Channel on in the background for continual fretting.
And it seems like tomorrow will be more of the same. Keep your fingers crossed for us! For the Broadkill Beach Club to be okay, and for our power to stay on here in Baltimore!