They mocked me three years ago when I got an eighth of a cord of firewood for Y2K. They mocked the watter bottles and the Coleman stove and the canned goods.
And they mocked me a few months back when I stocked up on duct tape and plastic sheeting (and more water and canned goods) once we went to an orange alert. Maybe I’m just paranoid . . . but with two little kids looking to me to take care of them, it just seemed like a good idea.
The firewood came in handy this weekend, when the ice storm hit.
Seven years in the midwest, never seen anything like it.
Downed power lines everywhere. The house cold and dark for nearly 48 hours.
Spent all night on the floor in front of the fireplace last night, getting up every hour or so to get more wood to keep the house warm. The kids sleeping on the couch, you could see your breath in their rooms upstairs.
Just got back online this afternoon.
Finally.
I’d be out taking pictures right now — beautiful frozen trees everywhere, shimmering like they’ve been dipped in glass — but I’m sure that Kevin is out there taking care of it for me.
And I’ve got a lot of catching up to do . . . two days without power and a house full of complaining people has made it nearly impossible to get anything done.
But there was something nice about it, last night. The house was quiet and there were little tea candles everywhere. I sat at a long table with a glass of red wine and wrote by candlelight . . . writing about various and sundry gods and muses.
Not a bad way to spend a Saturday night, all things considered. Have to remember it for next week.
The firewood and canned goods came in handy past few days . . . hopefully the duct tape will stay on its shelf for a while longer.