The power went out the other night. It didn’t last long, just long enough for me to light a few oil lamps and worry about it getting too cold since it was in the single digits outside. There was a full moon out, but it wasn’t quite enough light coming in and keeping the curtains open only let the cold in that much faster.
There’s only so much we can do at the moment to keep the house warm enough and the pipes from freezing since our wood stove still isn’t hooked up. It looks pretty sitting there as a decoration, though!
The hubby was gone when it happened so it was entirely up to me to deal with. I turned the faucets on and opened the cabinet doors under the sinks and reminded myself that there’s only so much I can do. Staying calm is the most important thing because like I said in my last post, strong emotion can send me into anaphylaxis thanks to my dysfunctional mast cells so I have to control that above everything else.
So I climbed into bed, thinking happy thoughts, surrounded by the indoor pups to keep warm, and waited in the soft glow of the oil lamps for the power to come back on. I imagined us all on the beach, watching the sunset.
When it did come back finally, I kicked off the covers, let out a relieved sigh and they let out a celebratory group howl. I’m not sure why, since they aren’t really affected by the electricity being on or off. 😄
It has made me think, though, about just how prepared we are for the power to go off and potentially stay off for days or even weeks. Again, we aren’t quite ready to deal with extreme cold, but we’d get by.
We do have the RV fully stocked with fuel and it has a generator and heater so heading out there to wait it out is the worst case scenario. I mean, sure, it wouldn’t be nearly as fun as camping in it in the summer but I’m sure I could survive in there.
I admit that I’m a bit of a control freak when it comes to survival, probably because I’ve had to live at the edge of dying prematurely since I was born. Because of my faulty immune system, I had severe grand mal seizures several times a day until I was 5 or 6 years old and my mom swears I had near death experiences. She said I’d come out of a seizure now and then and tell her about the flower garden I was in and the angels who sang to me, but I don’t remember any of that.
I like to think it’s true, and that heaven probably looks something like my “backyard” when the spring flowers are in bloom…
As I said in my last post, I don’t fear death but I don’t like to tempt fate, either.
Okay, that’s not entirely true. We do live on top of a super volcano near the infamous “zone of death” and also where death is waiting at every turn. Whether it’s being stomped to death by a moose when we’re out dog sledding to accidentally falling into a hot pool in Yellowstone, the risk is always there.
At least the latter one would go quickly.
And of course we could always get eaten by a grizzly bear here.
Heck, I could die from cuteness overload every single day here, especially right now with these pups. They are just so adorable!
They would also probably not hesitate to feast upon my dead body if their cuteness did kill me, but I can’t control that, either. 😆