It’s kinda insane when you think about all the crazy events that have happened around here over the past decade or so. Terrorist attacks, snipers, earthquakes, hurricanes, massive snow storms and then last Friday’s storm.
I didn’t expect us to get hit so hard by this storm. I was sitting in a bar with some friends and the power went out. My friends told me the wind was incredible. I didn’t see it because my back was to the windows and I didn’t want to turn around (don’t ask why).
So yeah we lost our electricity. I thought it might come back Saturday but no. My phone died of course. I couldn’t talk to anyone or find out what was going on. My neighbors were clueless and actually kinda rude. I live in a three-level townhouse and it was incredibly hot on the third floor in my bedroom. So the first night I tried to sleep on the couch in our music room on the bottom floor but it was really uncomfortable. I kept switching from there to the couch on the second level. Saturday night I actually dreamed the power came back on. Man, I was disappointed when I woke up. Throughout Sunday without any power, suffering the heat, I was getting angry.
I was able to go out a couple times and charge my phone at restaurants. So if you tried to reach me and I didn’t respond, I wasn’t being rude (this time). A friend later told me he texted me but I never got it when I was able to recharge.
Monday morning I woke up around 5:30 am. I took my dog into the backyard and saw lights across the street. I was too sleepy for it to hit me that I might have electricity too. Then I saw a light on at the entrance of my complex. Then I saw that my phone was charged and I thought that doesn’t make sense…and I hit a switch and a light came on. I was so happy. I closed all the windows and danced with my Beagle.
Today we threw out everything in the fridge except for beer and mustard.
My neighbors went to the Caribbean Friday and got back today after the power came on. They missed the entire thing. I used to like them but not so much anymore.