Wednesday, day 10, no power, with the website saying it will be restored by 11:45 tonight. Let me keep my perspective by reminding myself that 2 weeks ago, my spouse and I took a walk and talked about the very real possibility of a category 4 hurricane coming over our house in a more direct hit and what that would mean for our house and posessions left behind (a total loss, we assumed, 2 weeks ago). Today, 2 weeks later, we don't have power, but we have a house.
Let me remember the very surreal feeling of walking through the house and thinking about evacuation by car or by plane--what would we grab? Our various documents, our laptops, and some clothes, if by plane. If by car, a few extras here and there.
As we packed the car on Friday, Sept. 8, I thought about the space that was left, and whether or not to leave things behind to face what we thought would be certain storm surge losses. Should I do a quick sort of CDs to ascertain what I'd truly miss? Perhaps pack a few books?
In the end, I left it all, for the most part. I meant to bring my box of chapbooks, but I didn't. We almost forgot the fireproof safe that has all of our important documents. It's become very clear to me that my survivalist skills have gotten rusty. In this week with no power, I've discovered that I didn't have the stash of batteries I thought I did, and we don't have an alarm clock that works with no electricity. Until 5 days ago, we had forgotten that one of our radios will work with AA batteries.
Let me not focus on the fact that my house is the only one on the block with no power still. Let me focus on the survivalist skill that I've kept sharp: a variety of communities. Let me sing the praises of people who have invited us over for a meal and who have shared their batteries. Lots of people have offered their generators or their guest rooms, but we don't need them, because of our very kind neighbor who hauled his revamped 1968 camper with AC down to our driveway--we've had a cool place to sleep.
We are rich in friends. We are lucky to have a safe neighborhood, where I can sit on the porch at all hours of the day or night to read. I am happy that I still have my supply books to read--I've been revisiting them. A collection of books: I may not have as many batteries as I need, but a supply of books is as important to me.
And we will have power soon.
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