The hurricane served up an un-thrilling conclusion, and I am terribly thankful about that. All week, the Irene talk grew worse and worse, and I was feeling it. Here's some of the quotes from my office:
"This could be the worst storm we've seen in a hundred years."
"You think that 5-inch rain gauge will be enough? We could get 10 or 15 inches!"
"The last time we had a hurricane, the power was out for three days."
"The buildings around here were not built to withstand these kind of winds."
That's the mood that was set for me. Our region was on the edge of the hurricane's path, but everybody was still preparing like we were going to see some heavy action.
Rhonda and I made sure we had decent flashlights (bought a headset model for Clark) and we filled up all the gas tanks. Now, we didn't buy huge stocks of reserve food or board up the windows. I had exactly one concern: the sump pump. Everything else can go hang.
When we get bad rainstorms - really bad rainstorms - that pump can be shifting water for days. I mean, literal days. Our house is at the bottom of a hill; everyone else's runoff steamrolls towards us. We have had some basement cracks filled; new ones have appeared. What I can't have is a massive rain issue combined with a power outage. And that's what everyone was expecting.
During the last big rainstorm, I came home from work to find Rhonda out feverishly digging a trench to help water get away from bouncing back in a basement window. Several years ago, we had a day where the power went out and the sump pump well kept rising, and that was the sweatiest sweat I ever sweated. Earlier this year, the damn sump pump bobble got itself stuck in the well and did not rise, and a fairly normal rainstorm flooded the basement because I was not paying attention to the lack of the sound of the pump operating.
I was determined to pay attention this time.
It's my own fault that we did not already own a generator. We figured we would get one eventually, given the power+water problem. We just never got around to pulling the pin. On Thursday - and I know this was way late - I started calling around to find one. Sold out. Everywhere. Mid-day Friday, the genius thought occurred that I would have to drive far west to find one, far enough out where the local populace was not terribly concerned about being in the outer-outer-edge of Irene's strike zone.
Saturday morning, we drove (Rhonda drove, ♥) three hours west to pick up a 5000 watt generator that I bought the night before over the phone. The store staff said they had lots of people driving out from Philly and NJ to buy generators, including one who claimed to have driven eight hours (which either means that person lives that far away longitudinally, or hails from an island three hours off the coast of Jersey.)
In the car, Clark watched "Speed Racer" one-and-a-half times, most of "Rango," and played some Puzzle Agent on iPad and Batman: Brave and the Bold on DS. I had my 3DS with me, but couldn't bring myself to touch it (NOT a comment on the 3DS game library, come on.)
Then, upon owning the generator, I realized that you need the proper support equipment. Like the right oil and the right extension cables, so we had to pick up all of that (I'm still not sure I have the right power cables.) And this is all with me expecting that I'll have the worst possible conditions to dope out how to run this thing for the first time: at 3am, outside, with no power, during a freaking hurricane.
After Rhonda and Clark went to bed, I set the iPhone alarm to go off about every hour. We figured - guessed - hoped - that if the power was out for an hour, that would not be enough time to have a dead sump pump flood the basement. I unplugged all the Macs and gaming stuff and camped out on the couch. Played some Super Scribblenauts until I passed out.
And about every hour, the iPhone alarm would rouse me and I'd tramp around the house on a cycling tour of potential problem points. Back door, garage door, far basement corner by power box, sump pump corner, basement wall cracks. Even though the rain started late evening, the sump pump did not have to kick on until the middle of the night. It worked furiously for several hours, but by morning its runs were rather infrequent. By the time Clark woke up, around 7am, it wasn't even running. No more water to push.
The power went out three times that I noticed, but came right back every time.
A day later, things are still windy, but the precipitation has moved on. Our yard has some scattered branch debris, but nothing larger than what you would use to roast a marshmallow. We were lucky. But we were prepared. Mostly.
Absolutely, we could have weathered that storm by doing nothing (sorry, those of you who lost power for hours, and had trees hit cars, and whatever; I hope you made it through relatively unscathed.) But I know I felt a ton better knowing that, should something stupid happen, I could do something. I'm sure most of our neighbors were unconcerned (heck, one of them held a pool party that lasted until 10pm), but, like I said, our location has a History, and I have to take care of that.
Now I need to have somebody actually show me how to run a generator.