For the last few days I’ve been flat out with the flu and a high fever, meaning I’ve been relegating my writing to 140 character rants on Twitter about politics, the NYC Marathon (i.e. politics), and the rescue efforts. Some of which I swear I don’t remember writing. Don’t hold me too responsible. Unless it was awesome.
It’s been frustrating not being able to be out there, doing more in the Sandy recovery efforts. But with me speaking in tongues, two stir-crazy kids off of school for five days, and my mother living with us for a week since she’s been out of power, I can safely say I’m a little maxed on what I can reasonably do from bed.
(Also, praise be for the grandmother who cooks and cleans and holds “school” for the kids and make you honey toast and tea before you’ve even had to tell her you want some; and to the sigOth who brings back not just one cough syrup, but 74 different kinds.)
One thing I can do: Write. So Kristen and I put together a list of more than 11 reputable charities that can use your help or money after Hurricane Sandy. Red Cross photo below. Hearing about scam charities popping up make me want to scream.
While my neighborhood just over the Brooklyn Bridge is starting to feels relatively normal–provided you don’t actually try to commute anywhere and accept the influx of downtown Manhattanites walking over the Bridge for some diner food and an open Starbucks–my friend and work colleague Joanne in the Rockaways asked me to share these pictures she took in her neighborhood.
Cn you imagine when the community you’ve lived in for generations looks like this?
They lost three cars and are praying their foundation will hold, but they so far got a “green” for inhabitable. Which is huge. This is an incredibly diverse, mostly working class peninsula in Queens. It had beautiful beaches (you probably know the Ramones hitching a ride out there) and a boardwalk that’s now swept away. At the far end of the peninsula, in Breezy Point, 110 homes were destroyed by fires.
Evidently no one’s making enough noise about the Rockaways and so the Red Cross and other agencies haven’t been there until, it seems, yesterday.
As Titania Jordan commented on Instagram, “I’m getting more news on the latest developments (and how to help) from Twitter & Instagram than the actual news.” So any way you can get the word about about the more neglected, hard-hit neighborhoods is a big help.
My kids are busy creating their own donation buckets for charities and I burst into tears when I saw it.I know I’m fevery and vaguely delirious but I’m pretty sure Thalia took the initiative because she saw the telethon on TV last night and wants to help. It’s who she is. And I start to get all weepy when I think about what generous, kind kids they are managing to become.
I’m not taking credit. Just stating a fact.
My own mother just walked out the door to try and return home, and I’m feeling the absence Even at my age, there’s something about the warmth of a mother taking care of you, stroking your head, and asking you (if fourteen times) whether you want more tea. She cleaned, she did dishes, she reorganized the kids’ bookshelves, she took them out scootering around the neighborhood. The perfect houseguest. Best mom ever.
Oh, and because I’m supposed to head out of town on business (if this Plague ever lifts) she waited in line 2 hours with Thalia to get me an absentee ballot yesterday. That is love.
Now, the kids are in the hall yelling BYE! BYE GRANDMA! And I’m kind of crushed. But I’m glad she’s back with my stepfather who was home in the dark of the suburbs unable to get to her.
Everyone together. Everyone with whom they love. That’s what matters.
It’s all so clear.