It isn’t a bad place to take pics either, which doesn’t hurt. Once we got the fires going in the fireplaces yesterday, making sure Granny was all set, I had to head to one of my favorite spots in the area. People are pretty great at coming together in times like these. Right now, I’m back at the Boothbay House of Pizza, and a few weathered gentlemen sitting nearby are saying things like, “…maybe a week, maybe two” when it comes to the power being turned on. The numbers here broke the record set during the very-well-remembered-by-anyone-who-lived-through-it ice storm of 1998. And, though we are on a protected cove, we are pretty dang close to the open ocean.Īt the House of Pizza, we also found out that more than 400,000 folks in Maine had lost their power – over a million across New England. Pretty much the exact direction our house faces. Later, we would find out – at the Boothbay House of Pizza (which has great pizza, by the way, and also wifi) – this particular Bombogenesis approached from the southeast. And we stayed, pretty much, in the same positions until the sun came up.
We even had to raise our voices to hear ourselves. We could see reflections of the water outside, and it was so high. We were both sitting up in bed, facing the windows. – two hours before sunrise – the power cut out. I mean, I was sitting right next to JoHn.Īpparently, I’m a very self-centered first responder.Īt about 5 a.m. I had all my radar on in case a tree came through the house (like the one in Poltergeist)… Where were the dogs, where was Granny, and how fast could I get them all out?Īs if it was all up to me. It turned into about six straight hours of blowing and battering and house shaking and quaking.Įvery time we heard a boom, I braced. Honestly, I kept saying to JoHn that I thought I heard a plane engine beneath the wind. So I checked around some more and former hurricane Phillippe was moving up the coast, but by the time he got here it shouldn’t have been that big of a deal.Īnd later that night? Well… I nearly did it again (with a different vowel).īecause at about midnight, the winds that had already been howling for a couple of hours began revving their engines. Not just a piddly watch or two.Īnd also, the Coast Guard was telling people to pull their boats out of the water! So I went to weather-dot-com and they had multiple warnings for right here on Southport Island!Īnd those were all warnings. I didn’t even know we were expecting rain.
So we are gearing up for our program but, right before we switched over to Netflix, a banner came on the regular TV channel that said something about a hurricane warning for just south of us. ” in The Princess Bride.īut, then again, it’s probably okay with Mandy because Inigo Montoya seemed to be expressing regret, which is something that homicidal narcissistic sociopaths don’t often do on Criminal Minds. This from the guy who acquiesced, “You seem like a descent fellow, I hate to kill you.
And it’s pretty good too, even though Mandy Patinkin told New York Magazine that he regrets doing it because something about serial killers not being good bedtime stories for anyone.
It’s a wonderful family show, kind of like The Wonderful World of Disney but with more blood. So, late on Sunday night, we were sitting in our living room getting ready to watch Criminal Minds with Granny. Well… JoHn and Granny and I personally drop any, but something did. Not everyone gets to say they were a part of a Bombogenesis though, which is a mid-latitude cyclone that intensifies wicked rapidly and is also called… wait for it… a ‘weather bomb’! And, according to scientists and stuff, you can’t really know unless you can measure millibars or isotopes or something.īut luckily weather-dot-com can and they said that, if you drop at least 24 millitopes (or isobars) in 24 hours, that is called a Bombogenesis. Also there were other states involved too so a lot of other State-ers were impacted by a funky weather pattern. That is what happened to us the other night… well, us and a million or so other Mainers (Maine-iacs, Maine-iacals, Maine-sters, okay-I’ll-stop). No houses were smooshed by the subject in this photo (thank goodness)