On Sunday Night, our power went out. It went down sometime around 0030, part of a hit of 1500 lightning strikes and an inch of rain. When we got up in the morning, the power was still out – and was not predicted to be on until Wednesday evening (update: Power came on at 2200).
Mind you, we live in a growing metropolitan area of over a million people. The thought to that recover in an urban area – did I mention how high tech it is – would take three days boggles the mind somewhat.
Of course, arrangements had to be made. The Ravishing Mrs. TB ended up taking all the human folk with her work – and after a quick bit of thinking, all of the refrigerated and frozen things to work with her as well (yes, we had just gone to Costco only the night before). The bunnies were trundled off to the rabbit shelter for the duration (bunnies really do not do well over 80 F). The Mighty Poppy is here for the duration, as is Kiki the bird.
One thing I always forget in a power outage is how quiet the house is without the power. All of the little subtle noises that form the undertone of modern life – the refrigerator and the icemaker dumping ice, the air conditioning flickering off and on, all are gone, leaving a sort of pregnant silence in their wake. The cry of doves and the other outside birds and the occasional motor car are the only things that disturb the clickety clack of my keyboard.
This always brings to mind all the classic great lessons of course: back up power, or at least back up storage. Do not rely on technology. Have something you can cook with gas/fire. Check your supplies so that when you have to use them, you know they are there.
But oddly enough, the best quote for the day was from The Ravishing Mrs. TB, confronted with the possibility that power would not com on until later tonight: “The pioneers did it. We can manage for one night.”