There used to be a police station where the grey structure to the right stands now. The station itself has been set up in the trailer at the rear, where the ferry terminal used to be. (What the closer building is used for, I’ve no idea.) Aside from the missing terminal, however, we have seen very little in the way of Superstorm Sandy damage here in Ocean Beach; everything seems much as it was. But we haven’t yet gone for a walk to the beach, where we understood that the damage was pretty severe.

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We love our house. It’s on the bay — one in from the water, if you want to get technical, but the deck has an unimpeded view of, among other things, the Suffolk County Courthouse over in Islip. I’m looking forward to some spectacular sunsets.

The minute we stepped inside the house, we put the city completely behind us. It took the walk from the realtor’s to the house to do the job. The wagon was a bit rusty, and of course, being us, we’d overloaded it. I thought we’d never make it. And then we weren’t immediately sure which house it was. But the key fit in the lock — our first key, but also our first agency rental — and we have made ourselves at home. I’m about to go to the market, f/k/a Whitney’s, now called The Pantry. I’m buying only frivolous things; Kathleen and I agreed that, since we’d be out for seven days (and six nights), I wouldn’t lug my kitchen essentials. But I think I’ll boil a dozen eggs for snacks.

Nice to be online, too. We weren’t sure about that.

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This entry was posted on Monday, August 5th, 2013 at 1:55 pm.