Apologies for the “He-Man” reference, but that is just how excited I am to finally have my electricity back.
Lesson learned: the next time we have some sort of weather crisis, I apparently just need to get my sister on a plane. I’m not kidding, five minutes before she got to our house, the utility crews showed up on our street. Nine days with no electricity, and they finally got to our neighborhood.
To give you an idea of just how “in the boonies” we really are: our utility company’s website bragged this morning that they had successfully restored power to 96% of the people who lost power from the windstorm. We’re the last four percent, folks. That’s just pathetic.
After she got here, T and I walked up and down the street handing out York peppermint patties to all of the workers. Don’t laugh, it’s all I had. Everything in my fridge and freezer is trashed, and that is literally the only “festive holiday treat” that I had in the house. I offered to go down the street to fetch Starbucks for all of them, but they said they were fine.
An hour or so later, the utility truck was in our driveway. I asked the foreman how much longer until we had our power back, and he said that he estimated about an hour or so. I almost burst into tears of joy. Instead, I just hugged him. No kidding. My sister went back inside to warn Dave that I was hugging random utility workers. Dave promptly came out to restrain me and bring me back in the house.
Sure enough, about an hour later, our entire neighborhood had their electricity turned back on.
I would try to think of a way to describe exactly how happy this makes me, or something profound about how I learned that I am a stronger person than I thought I was by surviving this way for over a week (and pregnant! Bonus suffering points for pregnant!). But honestly, it just occurred to me that I can finally take a shower in a bathroom with working lightbulbs – as opposed to candles – so I’m afraid that I am outta here.
Hope y’all have a lovely, warm, well-illuminated Christmas.