Yesterday, I had such a full day that I could easily write 2 different posts about what I did—going to my friend Susan Poulin’s reading in Lewiston, where she was promoting her new book, Finding Your Inner Moose, and going to a fabulous harvest-time public supper sponsored by the Winthrop Rotary Club. I took pictures and notes, and indeed over the weekend, I had planned to write two pieces—one about Susan and one about the supper.

But then a not so funny thing started blowing its way north, and that would be Hurricane Sandy, or Frankenstorm, as it has been dubbed by the media. We still don’t know how far north it will reach, but on 74 Narrows Pond Road, we have learned to take such warnings seriously. When we lose our power, we not only don’t have lights, but we also don’t have water. No water means many things, including not flushing toilets. In addition, we live on a rural road with many trees overhanging power lines, which means it is not unusual for us to lose our power during storms nowhere near as powerful as Hurricane Sandy. Finally, because our road is so rural, we are a very low priority. During the great ice storm of ’98, we were without power for 11 days in January.

So my husband, Clif, and I have been busy getting ready. The patio furniture is in, we have water set aside, and we have a store of supplies that can be easily prepared on a camp stove. But there is still much to do—wood needs to be hauled, and there are other chores, such as laundry, that need to be done while we still have power.

This means that my blog posts about Susan and the harvest supper will have to wait until the storm has passed. How long a wait depends on if we lose our power and, if we do, how long it takes to get it back. But I have the pictures, and I have the notes, and I will write those posts as soon as I can.

In the meantime, readers, I hope that you stay snug and dry and that you safely weather this storm.