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.