Make your life so that you don’t depend on anyone. I have been told this since I could walk. Or maybe it just seems that way. Regardless of when the telling began it was one of the true “great” lessons that my parents tried to instill in me. And I do appreciate it. It has made me a doer, an independent thinker, resourceful and not.a.needy.whiner. LOL.
But, everyone has to lean sometimes and this week I had a reckoning with the Gods to prove this to me. Specifically with Thor, and that bastard was not at all attractive and kind like Chris Hemsworth. Nope, he was a total asshole, blowing through here a few nights ago, dumping well over a foot of new snow that was wet, heavy and itching to wreak havoc on trees, power lines, roads. But first….first he sent the rain! All day on Wednesday it poured and flooded. I almost got my truck hung up in my driveway (not yet complete and still having some grass at the top) and settled for parking it in what used to be the garden because it is the highest spot in the yard. All this then froze and the snow came.
My power went out sometime during the night. I reported it, along with 5000 other people in various locations around the county. At first I wasn’t too concerned. Power outages are common around here with so many trees just waiting to fall and at the time of the report it listed mine as coming back on within six hours or so. I went back to sleep. Six hours became 10, 10 became 20 and 20 became two days. The temperature started to fall and it just kept snowing. And snowing….
So, I found myself in a true pickle. It was to be negative three by the following morning. I have a small fireplace but nothing able to heat a house and my wood was all frozen (my first coulda, shoulda, woulda moment clueing me into my true LACK of resourcefulness for this situation). I don’t have a generator. I (we) used to but it belonged to Sam. I could take my chances and truck myself and the dog to my office, where there WAS power, but the cats and our water pipes? I just couldn’t leave any of those things to chance. I called my dad to verify some water stuff and prepped to crawl under the house, shut of the main, drain all my lines and then try against all the odds to at least get a fire going.
All this time I was so extremely pissed at myself. Why? Because THIS.IS.NOT.ME! I’m always prepared for disaster! I’m the “hell yes I’ll make it” queen of the zombie apocalypse. Yet, since I moved in here in November and had a load of things to repair and deal with, somehow being prepped for the eventual power outage disaster did not make the list. The reasons for that? Well, I’ll get to the more complicated ones but the most simple one is that while outages are common, long term ones rarely happen. As a matter of a fact, one of my neighbors said later that he has lived out here for 9 years and the electric has been off three times and only for a few hours. Well, I guess no one will be saying that anymore!
At no point during all of this did I think about calling anyone other than my dad to verify water line facts. I’m so goddamn stubborn that I just wouldn’t even consider it. That’s the thing about being stubborn. Sometimes….well, as a friend said later – it is perfectly OK to be stubborn, but when it crosses over to stupid I draw the line.
So, in the midst of all of this I was texting with my assistant about whether to open the office, etc. (we decided no due to the State of Emergency), answering other work calls and at some point I answered a FB post from another friend about roads/power. About an hour later I got a call from my GF/riding instructor and she informed me that she had "secured a propane garage heater from another friend" and is on her way. Ahhhh, the power of social media?
Two hours later she was at my back door with a neighbor from half-way down our enormous ¼ mile hill and she says – I didn’t make it up the hill, giggling. In her hand she had the heater and in his was an extra propane tank. LOL. Turns out she made it halfway up, started to slide backwards and had to Nascar it into someone’s driveway. Apparently half the neighborhood was outside having a snow shoveling party and this guy ran up to help her.
It was at this point that I started to realize just how erroneous my mindset has been for all these years….
To be continued….
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