Winter in the Falls......
Just plopped the butter in the old Kitchen Aid and WHAM! Pitch Black with howling winds. Standing there paralyzed, waiting for my eyes to adjust, my first impulse is to curse our power company..... again! My mind raced through the possibilities of why this has happened and estimate how long we might be in the dark.
1. Winds took down lines..... an hour.
2. Somebody took out a pole on Rt. 20 again.... 2-5 hours.
3. One of the hamsters keeled over at the power plant.... infinity.
4. The power plant guy dropped his sandwich in the turbine...... minutes to flip switch.
Grumbled a bit and then a bright shining light filled the room! I live for this stuff!! With the wind banging on the windows and wind chills blasting us into the single digits, break out the generators and canned goods.
Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy, I am READY!
We have wood and a gas stove and candles! After spending the day in the studio unpacking I hadn't had time to start the wood stove. Donning; hat, gloves and parka I dashed out the back door for kindling. Wicked wind so no problem finding sticks under the Norway maple as it creaked and cracked overhead in protest. Blasted back in the door, crumpled paper, stacked kindling, and fired up Bertha with one match! Hestia, Greek goddess of hearth and home, eat your heart out! I am so getting a tiara!
Fire started, I rummaged through my fishing vest and dug out my LED head lamp. The batteries were still good. I lit candles and secured the woodpile. Started the kerosene heater in the studio. Maybe popcorn on the wood stove or should I eat canned peaches or pickled beets, look at all this stuff in the basement, OMG, little tins of sardines.... I had lost my mind. Finished the popping the corn on the wood stove and settled in with my head lamp to look at seed catalogs.
Butch rolled in around 10:30 pm. Hey, What are you doing?
I made fire and I am feeding myself with food I made and isn't this awesome?
He called the power company. Yup, a guy on Rt. 20 took a pole out. He sat down with a glass of bourbon and said; "It's really quiet in here, kind of nice. And did I mention it's really hot? How much wood did you put on that fire?"
He walked around the house with his railroad lamp, sipping bourbon and singing his rendition of Porky Pig's Blue Christmas.
I went to bed under a four blankets and ear muffs....... he sucked the fun out of a good power outage. I was just about to make grilled cheese on the firebricks.....
This morning the power is back on, nuts!