From my neighbors to the north.
This is huge!
I have no words!
Counting the days!
From my neighbors to the north.
This is huge.
I have no words.
Counting the days.
"Lucky octopus turned out to be as effective as local utility company. Just Googled "things that come in 9s". Welcome to Dante's nine levels of hell." #endofdayeight #reallynotfunnyMeanwhile, things were an even bigger mess (if that was possible) with the BWL. The number of outages started increasing rather than decreasing, and that wasn't due to worsening weather. It was due to the fact that NOBODY HAD POWER.
"And lo, on the 9th day, The Lord got sick and tired of the whining, and he bestowed upon the land the Holy Transformer of Antioch, and said it was good. And at the end of the 9th day, there were lights and heat and all manners of comfort. And he said it was good.
There are so many people to thank who helped us, encouraged us, calmed us, sympathized with us, REPAIRED THE TRANSFORMER, hunted down utility trucks, bribed exhausted crews, tended to pets and to the home, dealt with the garage and everything else in between. You were our lifeline and our lifesavers time and time and time again.
The nightmare is over for us, but we're standing in solidarity with those still without power. "Endoftheninthdayforsome #Timeforthistoend
"Still very cold and very dark at home. Grateful tonight for family, warmth and light. Merry Christmas to all."After Day 4, it was impossible to know what to do or how to feel, so life was a mixture of humor, despair, anger and worry. The interesting thing was, between the three of us, we somehow managed to never all be angry or depressed at the same time. It was as if we had silently agreed that one of us would be the voice of optimism to help the others
"For those of you playing along at home, cue the sad trombone music. Despite it all, we were grateful for a warm sleep last night with family, and are mindful of what we DO have, even while we wish, pray, and yes, grumble loudly for what we don't. Merry Christmas, everyone." #whereslinus #lightspleaseDay 5. The situation was incredibly difficult, and no matter how we felt, none of it helped. We had no power, and we were powerless.
"Knock, knock. Who's there? Not electricity." #notfunnyDay 6. No end in sight. Nothing in sight. It's dark.
"Answer: no. Question: do I have power, patience, heat, any viable groceries, or hope?" #endofdaysix #bythistimegodwasgettingreadytorestHumor, when we could manage it or stumble across it, was a savior. Twitter came to the rescue as some genius made a fake BWL account (Board of Water and Light) to keep us updated in the manner that we were, thus far, accustomed, which meant, not at all. Thank God for sarcasm.
"My house has been declared an Amish-only zone. Cats are currently growing long bears and learning to craft quality furniture." #endofdayseven #buyingluckyoctapustomorrowThe biggest problem (aside from the whole ice and electricity thing) was the abysmal lack of communication. For example, we were told not to call BWL to let them know that the power was out because they already knew exactly where all the outages were. That would later be classified as a pants-on-fire lie.
"Obligatory post about losing power. Slight annoyance that across the street seems fine. Major win that we opened the garage 20 minutes earlier. Wondering about church, knowing cleanliness will NOT be next to godliness.
"Power update. Still none. Looks like I'm going to make good use of my hoarders stash of candles."That was another fortuitous event. I had been forever working on cleaning the basement, and had run across of an obscene number of candles. I had previously gathered them all together and stashed them in a plastic bin. Thank Goodness.
"Why yes, I do look like I got dressed in the dark, but the upside is it's warm and not dark at work and I'm busy charging a pile of electronics. #LemonadeOutofLemons"and later....
"I have achieved master ninja level in finding the only available electrical outlet in any given public establishment. #ChargeItUpThis was starting to become a challenge. Working at the University meant work closed down at 5pm due to the holidays, so I couldn't stay late, and warm and lit. We began to travel to different locations with a bag that was stocked with the essentials: a multi-plug power strip, a massive tangle of cords, and every electronic device necessary. We'd find a restaurant, find an outlet and charge up phones and tablets so we could communicate with the world. It was annoying, but at least we had contact. And believe me, we weren't the only ones. The power outage had crippled the city, not to mention much of the state.
"That was the most realistic dream I've ever had. Dammit." #StillNoPower
"You may now call me 'travels with power strip.'"
"They always warn you about carbon monoxide poisoning, but never about the toxic fumes from competing scented candles." #woozy #whiffyWe gave up being hearty adventurer's on Christmas Eve night, and after late church, we headed to stay with family, and fell asleep, hoping for a Christmas miracle.