perils with writing and whatnot
During the week of February 15th, the weather was brisk, sometimes dipping below freezing into the twenties. People in these neck of the woods were getting concerned about the drop in temperature in comparison to prior years. Even so, no one ever thought an ice storm would hit with such velocity as what occurred on that Friday night of February 20th.
At first, there was just a lot of rain with high winds. Yes, because of the woods surrounding all cities in these mountains and the little forests within residential areas, we peered out the windows with a dreaded curiosity about how many trees would come tumbling down around us, causing structural damage in its quake. I know that at my house, although the concern was definitely there, neither Hubby or I were all that worried.
However, at approximately 3am, we heard a crash outside. I laid there thinking whatever was going on out there wasn’t going to change whether I slept or not, so I chose the former. Hubby’s curiosity is intense. I guess it always has been. He got up and looked out into our backyard. A large elm tree in the woods just beyond our property line had exploded halfway up the trunk. The top half snapped apart and laid on the roof of our shed. From then on other trees would fall or explode in our little subdivision, causing destruction everywhere. The sound was almost like firecrackers. Our power went off about 6am. The utility lines were literally laying on the railings of our desk. What a way to start a Saturday.
Power outages are occasional here. The utilities are usually restored within 2 to 4 hours. In my estimation, this is due to not having the wires underground and, instead are up above using poles. True, the limestone of the ground here makes burying wires difficult, but even putting them 4 feet underground would be better than what we have now. Of course, who’s going to listen to me?
Hubby and I decided to stay with his mom that night even though she didn’t have power either. At least this way if she needed to go to the hospital, Hubby was there to take her. Besides, while we huddled in blankets, we had some good conversation and munched in summer sausage, cheese, and crackers.
The next day, Hubby’s older brother showed up and whisked us off to his house where he had a fireplace equipped with a cooking range and a generator for some of the utilities. To tell the truth though, I wish we had stayed at my mother-in-law’s. There was too much head-bunting going on over at the brother-in-law’s house. It shouldn’t have been such a hassle. There were six of us. Three lived in the home. Three were guests. It should have taken just minutes to figure out who was going to sleep where and how meals would be handled. However, there was one in the bunch who wanted total control over everything and everybody, not giving any room for any small preferences.
We stayed a grueling two and a half days there. My poor mother-in-law is still there.
It took some time to get all utilities running. Internet took the longest. We’re still having flexes once in a while, as well as brief outages. The lines are still laying on the deck railings but they’re working anyway. We’ve tried to call the repair teams but everyone is calling so all we’re getting is a busy signal. We aren’t pressing it seeing that we do have power. Eventually we will get through and get the teams out here to fix the problems.
This wasn’t a national emergency — not one by a long shot. Still, I do think it should be classified as a state emergency because of the devastation covering seven counties. Not everyone was lucky enough to have somewhere warm and comfortable to go to during the catastrophe.
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