So, as the world’s probably heard, because of the approaching Hurricane Sandy, public transportation stopped running in New York City on Sunday at 7 p.m. This morning when I woke up, I remembered that we’d forgotten to pick up sweet husband’s prescriptions! I called the pharmacy at 9 a.m. and they informed me they were open until 1 p.m. The pharmacy is down on 113 Street, and we live on 148 Street. So, I prepared for a trek.
What to wear in wet weather? In my opinion, as little as you can get away with. I hate tramping around in wet shoes and pants, so it was shorts and sandals for me. Took sweet husband’s rain jacket, tucked wallet and cell phone into my pockets, and I was off!
It was windy, not horribly so, and it hadn’t started to rain. On the way there, I walked along Broadway so I noticed the branch that had cracked off its tree earlier. The subway is elevated part of the way, so it was kind of fun to take pictures of the underside of the tracks. Columbia University’s campus was open. That was a stroke of luck since by the time I got there I had to find a ladies’ room! That bit of business successfully concluded, I proceeded to get the meds.
Walking back uptown, I noticed there were a lot of empty yellow cabs. Funny, when I want one, I can’t get one; when I’m good without one, they seem to come from every street!
When I got to 125th Street, I decided to detour by the river. There was a young father out with his sons, one in the stroller he was pushing, the other on his little foot-propelled scooter, having fun out in the wind. Over by West Harlem Piers Park, it seemed everyone was out taking pictures. Since yesterday afternoon, the river had risen dramatically and all the shoppers coming out Fairway Supermarket were pausing to capture the scene on their cell phones. I was in good company!
Back by Riverbank State Park, I thought I’d check to see if all the geese and ducks were still out there. They were. A lot of them had moved onto land, and the ball parks were not as lonely as yesterday. There were still quite a few of them out on the Hudson River. The rocks I’m used to seeing on the banks of the river at this point were mostly submerged. That would be a seven to eight-foot rise in the river. Ducks were still paddling away in the water, and it seemed there were more barges moored in the river.
Back home, with plenty of food, water, electricity and internet still running, I’m staying put for a while. That was a bit of a hike, and my sweet husband is certainly worth the effort! Hope everyone has a safe place to be until Sandy’s bluster dies down!