Just Christmas eve, I passed out Christmas cards for each tenant, along with a letter from the owners to remove ALL furniture, plants, doodads from the decks until the Spring. Along the beach, we get such wicked winds that just slam into the building and they will pummel us all day and night. We have watched chairs bounce and skip down the decks, grateful that it did not flip over the railings to the cars below.
And right on cue, the day after Christmas we were slammed with the THIRD No’easter since Hurricane Sandy!
Really! THREE No’easters!!
For those of you who have no clue how nasty these storms are, here is a definition from
Weather.com
“These winter weather events are notorious for producing heavy snow, rain, and oversized waves that crash onto Atlantic beaches, often causing beach erosion and structural damage. Wind gusts associated with these storms can exceed hurricane force in intensity.”
The wind gusts hit 70mph. It felt like a raging bull elephant battering my living room wall. I didn’t trust the windows. The dog hid from the storm and I wanted to join him.
One storm door blew away and ended up on a neighbor’s deck, minor damage only. Whew! Not a car windshield.
The wind actually moved a refrigerator that was stored outside. I’m not kidding.
Yet, during the height of the storm, tenants came knocking on my door. Outside of the poor guy who was locked out, please use common sense, stay inside and use your phone to tell us of emergencies. Because frankly, there is a difference between a problem and an emergency: floods are emergencies, needing to borrow something is not!
Up and down our coast, towns have been pushing mountains of sand trying to rebuild our valuable sand dunes, all in vain.
Mother Nature went on another rampage: floods, power outages, trees down, ice, multiple car wrecks.
We’ve had enough.
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