The Storm

I was going to do this yesterday, but I was too tired. 

Friday evening, it started.  Eighteen inches and 24 hours later, it was finally over.  The electricity went off at 3:23 Saturday morning.  And stayed off until noon on Monday.  It could have been prevented.  We have one asshole in our neighborhood.  And we do have a neighborhood here.  He was told by a tree expert that a dead tree needed to come down over a year ago.  The elderly couple next to him asked him on several occasions to have it removed and so did another neighbor.  He always had an excuse.  Well, this snow has the consistancy of wet sand.  The weight of snow on the tree pulled down wires and killed the power to the entire neighborhood.  He swore that no one told him and that we were all liars.  He screamed at least three of neighbors.  I hope he enjoys being ostracized by the entire neighborhood.  And I wonder how many of them will be vindictive. 

I got a lot of knitting accomplished ans I cut out a robe and night-shirt for myself on Saturday.  By Sunday, it was too cold in that part of the house.  Of course, I could only knit during the day.  By Monday, we were almost out of firewood.  Doug was having an anxiety attack.  He wanted me to take the animals and go to Reisterstown.  He figured he could camp out at the neighbors.  Have you ever tried to catch and cage four cats?  We started around 10AM.  It was almost noon by the time we got them together and everything in the car.  I WAS NOT looking forward to driving 111 miles on bad roads with four screaming cats and a car-sick dog.    By this time, the power company was finally able to get to the power lines.  It is in a small wooded area and the truck they sent had gotten stuck during the night.  At this point, I didn’t know what to do.  I went out to the garage and started my van.  It took a few minutes for the heater to work.  Flo turned her face to it.  She thought it was wonderful.  I waited as long as possible.  I was about to leave when the power came back on.  Boy, was I happy!  And the cats?  They were thoroughly pissed.  Olive didn’t talk to me for the rest of the day.

I especially want to tell you how much I appreciate John of John’s Tree Service.  He came out an hour after Doug called and did a superior job of cleaning our driveway.  Doug noticed our drive looked better than anyone else’s on the street. 

The funny thing is, I slept great.  It was only 38-40 degrees in our bedroom.  I wore my long silk underwear and wool socks to bed and put another down comforter.   I could hardly move.  I slept soundly for nine or ten hours both nights.  Doug didn’t sleep at all.  My poor baby.

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2 Responses to “The Storm”

  1. formalsandmore Says:

    Just read your blog about the storm! I used to live in Minnesota (in another life). Don’t miss the cold at all. But there is something about being holed up in a snowstorm that is almost, well, romantic. Until the power goes out. And you run out of firewood. It is beautiful though, isn’t it!

  2. Janice Says:

    Wow, just wow. I love the image of four pissed cats and a sick dog.

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