Power Outage 2

A tree down a few blocks away.

A tree down a few blocks away.

What they don’t tell you is how exhausting power outages are.

The storms are extreme now.  On Monday night there were 70 mile-per-hour winds.

We woke up Tuesday morning to find a tree down in our back yard and  wires down and snaking.

The result of global warming, as my husband says.

We live in a smallish city.  You can call a tree removal company at 2 a.m. and somebody actually answers the phone.  The tree company crew removed the tree, and the electrician showed up promptly to fix the wires.  And then the power company guys, who were taking care of more live wires across the street, casually sauntered over and turned our power on.

Power company trucks, city trucks, and tree removal trucks were all over the neighborhood.  It was like seeing a military force on the move. (Not that I’ve ever seen one.)

Thank God I don’t have to do that.

And then I slept 10 hours.

I made jokes to the neighbors, but I found it all exhausting. Aren’t whining and  tears a good outlet for exhaustion, and aren’t we women allowed to complain?   But now I always tell myself, I’ve been through so much worse.  So I just whine online.

Mom, why did you raise us to be such Stoics?

Tonight, another power outage.  Fortunately this one didn’t last long.

Power Outage


Half of North America just lost their Facebook.”–George Clooney as Matt Kowalski, Gravity

I slept through a thunderstorm.  I woke up to a power outage.

Three trees down on our street.  Around the block, I saw a tree tangled in telephone wires.

As I foraged for coffee and batteries, I felt like a character in a postapocalyptic science fiction novel.  In one of my favorite books, Doris Lessing’s Memoirs of a Survivor, the narrator describes the disintegration of society caused by power outages and food shortages.  This stunning novel is a “memoir” of a future of regression and barbarism, but also a reminder of techniques of off-the-grid survival. (Gangs, barter, and flea markets are important.)  The future may be most difficult for those of us who remember civilization, Lessing hints.

How will we cope?

No internet, no interrupted thoughts, no ads appearing in the corners of webpages.

What is off-the-grid survival anyway?

Being off-the-grid can be a good thing.

We are so used to looking up information online.

The phone book works just as well.

While I waited for power, I got a lot of reading done.  I am absolutely loving Karl Ove Knausgaard’s nonfiction novel, My Struggle, which I read with the same voracity I do Doris Lessing’s autobiographical Martha Quest novels.  Knausgaard doesn’t change his character’s name.  The narrator is Karl Ove.  The events in the book mirror the author’s life.

Later, when the power came back, I read an interview with him at Amazon.  He says definitions are the enemy of the novel.

I just tried to write a novel. This was the only way I could do it at the time. So no, no active down-tearing of anything. But for me, these books definitely are novels. I didn´t try to represent my life, but wanted to use my life as a kind of raw material for a novelistic search for meaning or for meaningful patterns. I use all the novels tools, I can describe one day over three hundred pages, or a year in a sentence. It isn´t fiction, though, it´s non-fiction, but it isn’t a documentary or a memoir either: it’s a non fiction novel.

I really recommend getting off the net to read this fascinating modern classic.

Less screen time is more reading time.

But thank God the power is back on.  How lucky we are to have electricity!