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Hurricane Irene, the Aftermath V: No power. No Pump. No water.

The fifth day without power now. I am out of clean clothes. The ice in the fridge has all molten away. We have started throwing out all perishable food we hadn’t eaten/thrown away yet. Too bad, since just before the storm we had been shopping (e.g. ice cream) and since we’re also house sitting another place, we had two full-sized (American) fridges of stuff.

The house we’re currently staying at has the great advantage of a gas stove (and a pool! and a great view!!), so, hot meals and no more Starbucks coffee. The BIG disadvantage: water comes from a well. It is pumped up. Therefore, by now, we’re out of water. So, toilets remain unflushed. Dishes undone. We unshowered (I took the fitness studio on Old Saybrook up on their offer of free hot showers yesterday. They were really forthcoming and did not try not sign me up;-). We have a couple of jugs and we will be refilling them in the shelter soon. So, we’re not dying of thirst, no worries.

One of the disaster preparedness sites wrote in all seriousness, that we should stock up on bleach because it could be used to disinfect water. But I’d rather not try that.

The Wall Street Journal wrote about this area yesterday:

“… The quest for ice has proven to be critical. Mr. Lawrie bought 35 pounds of ice for $10 from a man selling bags to a line of people out of the back of his truck at parking lot of a restaurant of Old Saybrook”

We bought ice yesterday, too, but thats gone by now. At the package store where we bought the ice (and a sixpack), we found the following notices:

So, today we figured we might check the shelter out, and here we are. There is food, wifi (school Wifi, so Facebook and Hidemyass are blocked;-(), hot showers and a rescue dog. For unknown reasons.

The food is, well, what you would expect from a school canteen. But the people are all volunteers and really friendly.

Here are some more pictures:

The Leather Man

Somewhere on the road from Centerbrook to Deep River, I guess on the Rattling Valley Road, I came by the sign pictured beneath. At first, I found it to be funny and thought it referred to my favorite tool (also on the picture), but then I found the story about the Connecticut Leather Man. Which is a really interesting story in itself…

One thing that has been annoying me for a while now seems worth mentioning here:

Last year I upgraded from a Leatherman PST (Which I had brought back from the US in 2001) to a Leatherman Wave. Surprisingly, the quite expensive black “military issue” Leatherman came in a cheap shitty nylon sheath. The point of the whole coloring-the-leatherman-black (besides it looking cool) is to reduce reflections when one is crouching in the bushes waiting to ambush someone. Or so. At least, that is how it’s advertized. My almost ten year old worn out leather sheath which I had gotten with the original Leatherman could be opened silently. The new nylon sheath is closed with velcro which, even when worn out (should it withstand being worn daily for ten years) will never ever be opening silently.

So what’s the point, dear Leatherman Tool Group Inc?

Oh, yes! You ARE selling Leather sheath for Waves. You just want me to fork out another 10 Bucks or so. Well, no! Thank you. Luckily, my PSTs sheath is so worn out that the Wave fits quite so…