…but we’re doing okay. When the power went out on Monday, I thought, “This is too soon. We’re going to be down for days.” Fortunately.
Up until now, we’ve never lost power for more than eight hours. In fact, the joke has been that the military must be keeping a UFO in cryogenic storage in The Creepy Zone because we always got power restored first, even before our three traffic lights on Main Street. Well, now if I look at the Angelborough Outage Map, there are half a dozen houses without power, and they’re me and my neighbors, the only dark lights in the Swamp.
And I said “fortunately” because as soon as I thought that, I piled kids into the car and headed to Angelborough Hardware and bought one of the last three propane grills and a little propane cylinder, and hand sanitizer (I’d forgotten to get that) and shelf-stable milk. And when we got home, I filled a 55-gallon trash barrel with rain water. We can’t drink it, but we can use it to flush toilets.
So we’re working through our bottled water and our “good for washing dishes but not drinking” water and our “don’t use this for anything other than the toilets” water, and the power company keeps promising things like “Your power is already back on” and “It’ll be on later tonight” and “We haven’t forgotten you, Ma’am.” (I’m not seeking them out, btw. The “Your power is on” came from a phone call they willingly made to us, unprompted, to let me know the house was not actually cold and dark. I guess the Force is strong with the weak-minded?)
We’re not that bad off. We’re camping at home. It’s okay. My prayers are with the power crews and with the folks south of us who really got whalloped. But I’ve gotten a few emails from people who were concerned, and I wanted to let you know — we’re fine. I’m cooking out of an ice chest like my great-grandma did, but we’re fine.