HomeOwnerMan and the Wrath of Sandy Video Here ***
When we last left HomeOwnerMan and Wife Girl, they were transforming this ‘80s style kitchen, and don’t get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with the ‘80s, most of HomeOwnerMan’s clothing and eyewear are from the ‘80s, anyway, they were transforming this ‘80s style kitchen into this modern-looking, functional-yet-elegant, money-sucking, kitchen including all the amenities.
Wife Girl and HomeOwnerMan scarcely had a chance to sit down and enjoy the new room when, as if from nowhere, came Hurricane Sandy.When the red phone, er Silver and black phone rang, they sprang into action. With the help of Fuerte Dog, they set about getting things ready for the incoming storm. Things like water, a generator, gasoline, extension cords, and the most important disaster supply, beer, which can be used not only for nourishment, but as currency if one needs to bribe the neighbors.
Finally, Hurricane Sandy made landfall. And in Hometropolis, the winds and driving rain pounded hard. HomeOwnerMan had recently fortified the Home Cave with Dry-Lok, to keep the water outside Home Cave, or at least not too much higher that the super-sump. This seemed effective during Hurricane Irene and The October Storm of 2011, but Sandy was no ordinary natural disaster. Would the dry-lok hold?
Eventually, the storm proved too much for Jersey Central Power and Light, and the power came to an abrupt halt.
To keep themselves busy, HomeOwnerMan and The Boy Runder, set about filling Halloween bags for the throngs of local youths who would undoubtedly find their way to the Home Cave to Trick-or-treat in two days. Using their night vision, they skillfully filled the bags with three pieces each, except for the last stragglers who would only get two.
The winds began to gust to 90 mph. Looking out the window, the Homeowner Gang were practically soiling their super-suits. Fuerte Dog was panting hard, and though he tried to cross his legs, eventually nature got the better of him and he had to go out. Amid the wind and the rain, HomeOwnerMan and Fuerte Dog dodged flying sticks, stinging rain, and falling trees. Under the cover of night, they could make out a strange shape looming high across the lawn. But it was too dark to identify it.
It wasn’t until the long sleepless night, which was punctuated by important Nixle messages every 10 minutes, was over that it was finally bright enough outside to identify the strange shape on the lawn. It was not just one but two toppled trees, their roots torn from the ground like those of a turnip.
If this were HomeOwnerMan’s only concern, he could have cleaned up the mess lickity split. But he had to deal with no power, no water, no coffee, and no internet. As these hurdles cleared themselves one by one, it was time for HomeOwnerMan to have at the trees. Pulling a chainsaw from his utility belt, He slowly diced the trees into manageable logs.
HomeOwnerMan: Making the ordinary extra ordinary.