Powerless

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Forty-eight hours without power does something to you.

DebbieNorrellBox

Last weekend thousands in the surrounding areas suffered a power outage due to the snowstorm. When I went to bed on Friday night everything was fine. Early Saturday morning was a different story. I woke up early because I was so cold. A stop by the grocery store prepared me for the storm but I was not prepared for a weekend without power.

Now that I have an electric stove I wouldn’t be able to prepare any of the goodies I had purchased to get me through the weekend. No hot chocolate, no French bread pizza, no tomato soup and grilled cheese.

 

I grabbed the nearest flashlight and made it to the front door. With the snow up to my knees I was officially snowed in. Thank goodness for a portable radio. I found out that I was not alone. Surely this was not going to last for long, any minute I expected the lights to come back on.

I began to call friends who lived nearby and found we were all in the same boat, trapped in our houses with no power. It’s funny what people will tell you when you tell them you have no power. Things like “girl, just get under the electric blanket.”

Every time the radio newscaster suggested that people log on to their computers to see what was open or closed I felt like calling into the station and telling them how do you expect us to log on, we don’t have any power!

My next step was to turn on the fireplace, thank goodness for some heat. I got the bright idea that I could cook something in the fireplace. Are you laughing yet? I grabbed a hot dog and put it on the longest barbecue fork I could find. Isn’t this how people do it when they camp out? I stuck the hot dog into the flame and black soot covered my tube steak. Maybe if I rinsed it off it would be eatable. I had to laugh at myself.

I felt like I was in the wilderness. Fortunately my hot water comes out of the faucet so I was able to make a hot cup of tea. By noon I got tired of being in the house so I went out and began to shovel the driveway. Where were all the little kids that wanted to make money? Back in the day kids used to come around and want to shovel the snow. It took me more than four hours to finish moving that snow.

Once I made it off of my street I headed for the closest Home Depot. Maybe they still had some snow blowers. I was out of luck but I loaded up on batteries for my radio and CD player and plenty of candy.

Being without power makes you feel deprived. The only restaurant that appeared to be open was the local Eat ’n Park. It was packed. I think the restaurant was so crowded because no one wanted to go home to their cold houses. This whole experience has made me very thankful for a roof over my head and has given me a new respect for the homeless. The power did come back on and later in the week a few kids showed up.

Power to the people.

(Columnist can be reached at debbienorrell@aol.com.)

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