¬†¬†¬†¬† Last weekend we got eight or more inches of snow in the freak October snowstorm that hit the east coast.¬† My husband Andy Schmookler wrote this nice little piece about our experience:¬†
¬†¬†¬†¬† “We were caught in that early snowstorm of yesterday–heavy, wet snow on trees whose leaves had not yet dropped off.¬†¬† One much-loved tree on our place sustained damage I’ll do my best to repair with ropes and¬†splints.¬† But our day was¬†most affected by presumed tree damage elsewhere:¬† as predicted by the weather channel, the storm brought massive power outages, and we were among those cast suddenly back into the 19th century, except that we¬†are not set up for life without electricity.
¬†¬†¬†¬† “Our heat depends upon electricity, our well uses electricity to pump¬†water.¬† We do, however, have candles, and after the sun went down, we read by candlelight while under the blankets.
¬†¬†¬†¬† “Finally, after about 12 hours without power, some blessed crew somewhere on the landscape re-established the connection and, “Let there be light!”¬† And heat.¬† And the Internet.
¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†”It all makes us appreciate how much our lives are enriched by the power we so often take for granted:¬† switch a switch and one goody or another is ours to enjoy.
¬†¬†¬†¬† “Powerlessness for 12 hours was an adventure–shaking snow off bending trees, helping neighbors, walking in the woods, cobbling together a cold dinner, measuring reading light by candlepower.¬† But we were glad for the adventure to end.
¬†¬†¬†¬† “In the political sphere, powerlessness is not so easily overcome.¬† But the urgency is no less great!”¬†