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So thanks to the recent Snowmageddon that crossed the country and wreaked havoc on the whole eastern seaboard, yours truly was out of power for about a day.
For many of you, that is a laughable number. I mean some folks are facing six and seven day power outages! But for the Topsies, I assure you that 24 hours of being disconnected from the matrix is traumatizing in the extreme.
The trauma began even before the power went out. Poor H-T would jump like a soldier with PSTD every time a branch would snap. “Oh God!” he would exclaim. “Do you think THAT one hit the power line??” Uber and I weren’t so vocal with our concerns…we were too busy looking for every charger in the house and making sure every possible techno-gadget was fully powered up before catastrophe struck.
And strike it did – – right after noon on Friday, as I was making lunch. Never has there been a more depressed and sorry crew eating lukewarm soup in a dimly shadowed kitchen.
We definitely tried to make the best of things. At first, that consisted of basically taking naps near the gas logs to make time go by faster. But when R-T got home from work, and the power had not returned, we knew it was time to get into survival mode.
Room temperature burritos for supper gave us the fuel we needed to withstand the brutal hours ahead with no tv, internet, or game consoles. Instead, we lit all the candles we own, and got punchy on lukewarm gatorade. That, and the obligatory boredom gave us the idea to make some fun crank calls to friends via cell phone. When that got old, we pulled out the board games, and then tried some word association games to pass the time. Off and on we also tuned into the local am radio station in hopes of hearing news about the heroic men and women in jumpsuits and hard hats who we like to call “the power company.”
R-T even got the bright idea to paste a bat-shaped piece of cardboard over the front of his spotlight and shine it up into the clouds in case it would hasten our rescue.
Finally, at 9:00, because unlike Ma and Pa Ingalls, we don’t even own musical instruments that don’t require voltage, we decided to call it a night. We blew out the candles and prayed for daylight.
Unfortunately, not even the morning sun brought us the electricity we craved, so we forsook our powerless prison, and headed over to the homeless shelter where hubby is the director, and where warmth and light abounded. As the rest of our friends and neighbors continued to suffer, I’m not too proud to say that we spent the morning playing air hockey and ping-pong and watching the Today show.
When a call back home was finally greeted with the lovely computerized voice of our answering machine, we knew we were saved and all was right in Gotham again.
Thank you, you wonderful, hard-working, power company employees.
And yes. Thank you Batman. Wherever you are.