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electricity [sigh]
I have an almost overwhelming urge to rhapsodize vigorously over the ability to flip a light switch -- and have a light turn on. Not to mention hot air coming spontaneously out of the wall heaters, and microwaves beeping -- and things being frozen when you take them out of the freezer. We won't even mention the glory of being able to turn on the computer. Or the television.
And to think that I only lost power for about 28 hours. It was a long, long 28 hours with temperatures in the 30s [g]. There are lots of people in western Washington who still don't have power, five days after the storm. And, sadly, the death count from carbon monoxide poisoning, mostly of non-English-speaking recent immigrants from warm climates who simply don't know the danger of heating in nonstandard ways, is still climbing.
Other than the power outage, I was extremely lucky. No downed trees in my immediate vicinity, intact windows. My building lost a few shingles, but none are over my unit (the homeowners' association has been notified, and I'm pretty sure that was a roofer's truck I saw on my way out the door today). The worst thing that happened was opening the garage door manually on Friday, and not being able to get the door hooked back up to the mechanism on Saturday in order to get the automatic opener working again. Alas, poor me [g]. 45 minutes on the phone with the garage door opener company yesterday morning being instructed in High Engineering and asking for translations into Liberal Arts resolved that problem, so my life is completely back to normal.
I wish it was for everyone who got caught in this mess.
69 mph gusts at McChord AFB, five miles from my house. At least I don't live over on the coast, where it got over 100 mph.
And to think I'd be terrified to live on the Gulf Coast because of hurricanes...
And to think that I only lost power for about 28 hours. It was a long, long 28 hours with temperatures in the 30s [g]. There are lots of people in western Washington who still don't have power, five days after the storm. And, sadly, the death count from carbon monoxide poisoning, mostly of non-English-speaking recent immigrants from warm climates who simply don't know the danger of heating in nonstandard ways, is still climbing.
Other than the power outage, I was extremely lucky. No downed trees in my immediate vicinity, intact windows. My building lost a few shingles, but none are over my unit (the homeowners' association has been notified, and I'm pretty sure that was a roofer's truck I saw on my way out the door today). The worst thing that happened was opening the garage door manually on Friday, and not being able to get the door hooked back up to the mechanism on Saturday in order to get the automatic opener working again. Alas, poor me [g]. 45 minutes on the phone with the garage door opener company yesterday morning being instructed in High Engineering and asking for translations into Liberal Arts resolved that problem, so my life is completely back to normal.
I wish it was for everyone who got caught in this mess.
69 mph gusts at McChord AFB, five miles from my house. At least I don't live over on the coast, where it got over 100 mph.
And to think I'd be terrified to live on the Gulf Coast because of hurricanes...