Posted tagged ‘Catskills post-Irene’

Reconstruction in Catskills Post-Irene (Stream-Cleaning?)

September 3, 2011

The above video may only be really interesting if you are a child (probably male) who really likes the 1939 classic Mike Mulligan and His Steam Shovel.    I am not such a child.  Even so, seeing (live) the machines working on the stream up here in the Catskills has been pretty extraordinary in the last few days.  The crews are working with speed and good humor, and seem almost as enamored of their big machines as fans of Mike Mulligan.

Disaster conditions apparently allow for a lot of tugging and pulling.  I told the two guys above that their coordination was like a ballet.  My husband, who had noticed the large Harley-Davidson tattoos on the workers’ forearms, thought that was not perhaps the most appropriate compliment, but the guys seemed to like it just fine.

P.S. – the little shriek in the middle of the video is me being surprised (stupidly) by the possibility of flying debris.

Working remotely Post-Irene. Normalcy of new milk.

September 1, 2011

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A greater sense of normalcy was felt by this particular evacuee in the Catskills post-Irene today. (For those who have not been following this blog, I am a “Zone A” resident who was evacuated from New York City six days ago. With remarkable foresight, I went to a part of upstate New York that turned out to be a center of flood damage.)

Normal is what you are used to. I am getting more used to the rearrangement of the streams around here. Just as the water is endlessly deepening its new channels, so the sight of those new channels is becoming less shocking to me.

Even working remotely– emailing myself documents to work on, walking out beyond the back porch for calls to my office (the small field there is one of the few places where my cell gets decent reception)–is getting less cumbersome.

A lot of this situation is frankly pretty nice. The days since the flood have been beautiful; doing office work in the open air is lovely.

Then too, there is the wonderful fact that someone made the long roundabout trip of just-opened detour road and the short hike on foot to bring us fresh milk today. (Meaning that my very strong tea with same is assured for a while longer.)

One misses the cameraderie of co-workers. The group groan and grunt The (more or less) set hours. It is easy, working remotely, to start very early, and then because of interruptions–the need of one’s dog or one’s own hind legs to take a walk–to feel pressured to go quite late. (Maybe one doesn’t, in fact, go quite late, but it is certainly easy to feel pressured.)

And yet, of course, it’s all so very lucky–to have options, milk, a dry place to sit. At the other end of the short hike and long roundabout detour, in our nearby Catskill town, many are enmired in dried mud, wondering what comes next.

While, of course, down even longer roads, life goes on as usual. More or less. Until the next crisis. Normal.

Double Yellow Lines Mean “No Passing” – Strips of Road-stripe Catskills Post-Irene

August 30, 2011

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