irene

it's 1:30 p.m., on the day the great hurricane [now, poor dear, demoted to a tropical storm] hits boston. it's a fascinating window show, so far at least.  as of now, there's been only a brief loss of electricity, sometime in the night, which i know only from the flashing of my answering machine.  i've been a bit concerned for the trees outside my windows [and thus for the windows themselves], but so far all i can see is one scrawny broken branch. otherwise, the trees are having a grand time.  every once in a while they sit and rest for a moment, and then a loud, sharp wind takes over and they go at it again, dancing like bacchantes.  the wind roars; the branches slap across the brick walls; my plastic blinds dance, primly and reluctantly, with them.

any moment it may turn less fun.  i like drama, not inconvenience, and the electricity could go for real. meanwhile, i huddle here, reading, blogging, enjoying it all.