Hello! J here, back from living in the dark ages. So, you may know that I love to read time travel romance. Some of those books (the ones that send an unsuspecting modern person back to the middle ages) are among my favorites. Well, they were.
You may have heard something about a freak October blizzard/nor’easter that poured snow on New England last week. Well, my town was smack dab in the middle of it. At the lofty elevation of 140 feet above sea level, we got more than 12 inches of wicked heavy snow. That’s a big accumulation for us in January, let alone October. Two weeks before the storm, it was 80 degrees out and we were running an air conditioner in my kids’ bedroom. Obviously, not only were there still leaves on our trees, my maple leaves were still green!
We spent a scary Saturday night in the dark, listening to a hundred ancient trees creak, moan and crash. By Sunday morning, it was a toasty 59 degrees in my living room. The power had been out for 12 hours. It wasn’t too bad. I cooked a ham on the gas grill and dumped everything from the ‘fridge but the condiments into a bunch of coolers and stuck them out in the snow.
Thankfully, none of the trees fell on our house, but there were branches (big ones) all over the yard and on our cars. A power line was draped like a crepe-paper decoration across the car roofs. We shoveled (did I mention the snow was wicked heavy?!) and brought cupcakes to our neighbors. My hubby got to use his chainsaw. He and a couple of other fellas cut up a tree that had fallen across the road. For dinner, we had scrambled eggs with ham. Took a while to get the eggs to cook on the grill, but it worked. By 5:30, it was getting dark in the house and we put the kids to bed. The temp in the house was holding steady at 59, but now that we weren’t moving around, it felt cold.
Monday morning dawned (literally!) and the house was down to 53 degrees. That’s a surprisingly important 6 degree difference. It was cold. But we got moving around and dressed in several layers. By mid-afternoon, we were up to a luxurious 55 degrees. The novelty of having no power had worn off for the kids. It was tough to play out in the snow since being the end of October (!) we didn’t even have snow boots yet. Last year’s hats and mittens were too small. And I hadn’t bought any knee socks, yet. It’s tough to rock snow boots in ankle socks!
Tuesday morning, it was down to 40 – 51 in the house, depending on which thermostat (thankfully battery operated digital ones) you were looking at. We de-camped to stay with family who, surprisingly, still had power. They live quite a bit higher up, around 1,000 feet above sea level, in an area that gets battered with storms and loses power regularly. Nobody knows why they still had power, but we enjoyed it while we could.
They lost power a couple of hours after we arrived. I had just filled the tub with some warm water to bathe my stinky kids when the power blinked out. They have a well, so that was it for the water. I bathed all three kids in the tub, then jumped in myself. It had been days since I’d showered last and being 4th man into the same water didn’t seem as gross as it would normally. It could have been worse. Hubby was the 5th man in.
And since the well situation didn’t allow for flushing, I got a whole new perspective on life in the dark ages. We bucket flushed the toilet learning the important phrase, “If it’s yellow let it mellow, if it’s brown call your husband to get a bucket of water from the stream out back.”
Today’s Secret: I spent four days living in the dark ages. We ate whatever we had, strange things, like cupcakes for breakfast. We slept three-in-the-bed, bundled up under down blankets. Hubby even wore a knit cap to sleep. I cooked over a fire (because I had to, not because I wanted to). I heated wash water in pots over the fire and washed dishes, then dirty socks in the same dish pan. I had no access to the internet, and tried to get information over a hand-crank-powered AM radio. Once we got the car dug out, there really wasn’t anywhere to go, with power lines and trees down all over the roads. So, after living in the dark ages for a couple of days, I’m pretty sure I’m no longer interested in time travel. But don’t worry Lynn Kurland, I’m still game for your next book!
Today’s Questions: What’s your survival story?