Musings on a power outage

A newly-installed utility pole drooped at just about a perfect 45º over the road about a half-mile from our house in a pop-up thunderstorm yesterday.  We were without power for about five hours, and had no cable (which means no telephone or Internet either) for some time longer than that.

I’m proud of how we handled this as a family.  Instead of concentrating on the negative and grousing about the interruption in services, we enjoyed the glorious solitude.  We reconnected with one another.  We talked about hopes, dreams, and BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Yeah, couldn’t quite get all the way through that.

It sucked.  Everybody bitched.  I was especially cranky.  We finally got power back about 8:30, but there was still no cable, and we’d had enough together time.  So we all went to bed, which explains why we all popped right up at 6:00 this morning with nowhere to be—not even a soccer game.

Ooooh, cable’s back.  Update Facebook status stat.  Somebody turn the TV on.  Num num num.

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2 thoughts on “Musings on a power outage”

  1. See, the last hurricane and the subsequent 7-day power outage taught me a lot about myself. Like, nervous breakdowns occur in direct proportion to the amount of time I have to spend in the dark.

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  2. Part of this is guilt, kemtee. I’m normally highly prepared for a power outage, but I let the garage go this winter, and with its organization went my charging regimens and so forth. I did remember to run both generators this winter.

    Seven days is a long time.

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