Tuesday, August 11, 2020

Pandemic Diaries Week #21

4 August 2020

We're in the midst of Tropical Storm Isaias right now.  Not that a tropical storm is that big a deal, not when we've done hurricanes, typhoons, earthquakes, and a not-far-away volcanic eruption in our travels and time living in
the Caribbean.

But I just checked the weather report, and we have the following:  a high surf advisory; a rip tide advisory; a tropical storm warning; a flash flood watch; two tornado watches; a coastal flood advisory; and a tropical weather statement.  Whew!  All that for one little storm!

Granted, we had some heavy rain, and poor Puerto Rico was flooded earlier this week from Isaias.  And we've been feeling our entire apartment shaking in the wind all morning and continuing this afternoon, which is most disconcerting! 

But a tornado watch?  I don't know what we'd even do in the event of a tornado!  Maybe run down the stairs and stay at the very bottom landing, still inside but as close to the bottom of the house as we could get.  I really have no idea what would be safest, but I do know that the top floor is not it.

I did postpone my afternoon appointment today, over on the mainland.  It's all of two or three miles away, but it means a drive across a long and high bridge, and at the moment it feels like this wind could blow our little car into the bay.  Not something I want to experience, thank you.

Oh well, nothing to do but wait it out.  Just one more thing 2020 is throwing at us.
 


 
5 August 2020
 
I went out in the late afternoon, after Isaias had finished with us, or at least had stopped raining on us.  It was still wild and windy, and the ocean was really raging on the shore!  I kind of like the wildness of this kind of weather - not the actual storm, but the raging seas and the wind.
 
The waves had eroded the beach a bit closest to the water's edge, so that the gentle sloping beach dropped off suddenly into the waves.  Garbage cans had presumably been moved up beyond
the high water mark, and turned on their sides to prevent being blown around.

Very few people were on the beach, just some hardy souls who wanted to get fresh air and see what damage had been done.
So the photos are post storm, and you can see the wild waves.  Also the dark and stormy skies, which were slowly clearing as the storm moved north.

I found an amazing apartment house just around the corner on the next street, right above the boardwalk - The Riviera, a gorgeous Art Deco building dating back to 1929!  Loved the exterior, and I peeked into the lobby but given the virus, didn't go inside.  I looked online to see what the apartments look like, and one is for rent - beautiful wood floors, a fireplace, wood trim, white walls.  A few apartments even have a partial porch (which is really just the roof of one of the stepped levels).  One woman who was chatting with her friend as she washed the car told me the date of the building - the other friend said it was a very romantic building in which to live.  I can believe it, just an incredible work of art from that time!
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


 
 
11 August 2020
 
We had some normal weather, and now we're having days of pea soup fog.  I mean, thick heavy can-barely-see-across-the-street fog.  London kind of fog.  Except it's about 80 F out there (25 C) - so it's hot fog. 
Weirdest weather ever!
 
Before I publish this blog post, I wanted to describe our apartment.  The big white house is the house we live in, which has several different apartments.  Our little place is the third floor, up right under the roof.  I suspect this is a former attic converted into an
apartment.
 
To get here, we walk up a flight of stairs from the sidewalk to the porch.  Odd, I know, but many houses here near the water a built this way to protect the homes from high tides and floods during storms.  Really, we're that close to the beach.

Then once on the porch, we unlock a door and go up a flight of stairs to the second level, unlock our front door, and go up another flight of stairs.  It isn't bad, but with hands full of grocery bags those door locks are not always
cooperative.
 
That last flight of stairs leads right into our entry vestibule, and all rooms lead off that except the kitchen.  We have two bedrooms, a full bathroom (complete with washer and dryer), a living room, and a large kitchen with the table in there.  Off the kitchen is a porch or large balcony, complete with chairs and tables for outdoor relaxing.  The back stairs lead down from our balcony, four flights of wooden stairs zigzagging down
the back of the house to the street level.  This is the way we take the trash and recycling down to the cans.  We could also come up this way, but with bags of groceries I personally would rather be inside the house and not on these exterior stairs.
 
All the rooms except the bathroom have a sloping wall that follows the line of the roof - that's how I can tell we were once the attic.  It gives the entire apartment the feeling of a cozy cottage, sort of like an auld Scottish cottage made of stone and wattle, whatever wattle is.  Or maybe something like a Hobbit home,
though we're missing the round door.
 
All in all it's very bright since we're up above the trees, and each room has a window on one of the flat walls, not the sloping walls.  And yes, Richard and I each have hit our heads a few times already.  
 
Walls are painted in blues, greys, or beige, mimicking the sand and sea just down the road.  The trim is all white, and there are subtle beachy hints in the decor - sea shell design on the aqua shower curtain, a box of shells on a window ledge.  Not the blatant fish and sail boat decor, but subtle, which I prefer.
 
We have a bit of an ocean view from the balcony, seen between roofs and houses.  Enough to see the ocean and the waves that were churned up by Isaias as he went by.
 
So we're happy, and we plan to be here through to the end of October.  No idea what we'll do next, where we might go.  It all depends on what else this year decides to throw at us.  Another storm, an alien invasion, yeah, who knows.
 
We just plan one day at a time. 

And sorry about the weird spacing - the blog site has changed the format as well as the functions, so it'll take me a bit of time before I get this to work out properly.










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