Powerless – The Postscript: Dispatch from a disaster area
We had one remaining wire across the driveway, and the plow guy almost snapped it a few days ago. I called Comcast last night, and was able to remain calm and reasonable and everything. Didn't even cry once. The young lady put the work request in for "escalation," which I guess is the magic word, and this morning, a cable guy was putting the wire up out of the way - huzzah! Hazard-free house!
Not half an hour after the cable guy left, my plow guy called. "um, do you still have a--" "Wire across my driveway? No, the cable guy just left. It's safe to plow. Thank you. Sorry you had a scare the other day."
And not long ago, said plow guy came, and plowed, and got stuck in the two feet of snow for a bit, and then got out, and made it possible for me to get out. More huzzahs! Cheer! General merriment!
For those keeping track, the snow that started Friday still hasn't stopped. It is baaaaaad out there. My neighbors didn't cancel their holiday gathering, so I walked over and had some absurdly strong gluug (which E. assures me he no longer makes using grain alcohol).
I had to shovel snow off the roof of the porch. Ice and snow had backed up and water was coming down through the doorjamb from the kitchen to the pantry. For those of you who know the house, it's at the back, off my room; it doesn't have a railing, & is mostly just a roof. With a door going onto it.
I love New England, I really do. But I am grateful for internet shopping, in a big way.
I think I'll try and make some of these for a child or two. Not optimistic, but stranger things have happened. It is just dawning on me that I have some evenings free, and that I won't be spending them trying to supply my own power. Whoo hoo! (I've knitted up that pattern before, and it went quickly; this is why it's remotely possible that it could maybe kinda sorta actually happen)
I hope you all have electricity! Keep warm, everybody. Mel, you & D. especially - your adventures have been no picnic.