Such a kerfuffle.
In the previous post, I went on and on about forecast cold weather, possible snow, possible icy roads, and–my own special bugaboo–possible power outages.
Hysteria stemmed from living through the February 2021 Texas Freeze, six days without power, four without water–I never tire of repeating that–burning 2x4s in a faux fireplace and, on the last day, sending David off to bail our errant auto out of impoundment.*
The snow was nothing new–I’d survived heavy (for Central Texas) snowfalls twice in the mid-’80s–but the fact that a major municipality can, and will, selectively shut off power to an entire neighborhood without a by-your-leave was a revelation. It made my prior existence, turning off water before going to bed, draining pipes, heating with a propane tank across the driveway and a space heater in each room, seem like paradise lost.**
Anyway, the prospect of freezing temperatures/ice/snow put a cattle prod to my PTSD and spilled it all over the Internet.
And then nothing happened. No snow, no ice, no power outage. Extra cold, but low temperatures taught me an important lesson: At 33 degrees F, my new plastic knee works. Getting from the house to the car, and from the car to the house, I made excellent time. Didn’t run, but made, as they say, tracks.
A happy non-event.
That was January. This is February. And another forecast–ice storm. Not pounding snow, but possible ice and slush, which means possible downed power lines, which means possible power outages. Not for six days, maybe, but for long enough to cause extensive shivering.
This time, I think, it will happen. Today’s physical therapy talk was all about the number of Thursday’s patients calling in to cancel. And the number of therapists who might call in to cancel.
Sounds serious. Below freezing at noon tomorrow. One hundred percent likelihood of precipitation.
But after a mild case of the fantods, I said, Oh, phooey, or words to that effect, and let it go.
If the electricity fails, I shall pile on the bed every blanket, quilt, afghan, and throw within reach–and shall ask David to get down from the shelf those without reach–and shall make of them a cave and crawl into it.
If wakeful, I’ll bury myself with the laptop followed by the Chromebook, good for at least six hours on battery. If bored with computers, I’ll occupy myself with an Energizer Bunny flashlight and a book.
None of that 2021 hysteria. In 2022, this aged Girl Scout is prepared.
*We parked in our usual handicap space but David forgot to display the placard. The morning of Day #6, he went outside and returned to announce the car had been stolen. After a moment’s reflection, we decided there was a more likely answer. He called a taxi, forked over a bunch of money, and drove home.
**The 2021 storm was a mere blip in the lives of the Davises. We were cold and miserable, but that’s it. People died. Unnecessarily. Politics.
Image of ice storm by Claudia Trapp from Pixabay
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Stay warm and may the power company be with you!
So far so good in my little corner of the world. In fact, a couple of hours ago, I changed from jeans and a sweater to shorts and a tee. I have no idea where David has the thermostat set.
I hope you’re warm?
Yes, just rain and 40s and 50s here today.
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I had to look up “fantods.” Good word!
I found “fantods” in an O. Henry story in a freshman lit text I taught from back in the Dark Ages. It’s one of my favorite words.
Ooh, those afghans and quilts are gorgeous! So nice to have family heirlooms like that:-)
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