Yesterday, I discovered late afternoon, that it is possible to do your dishes, wash up the floor, and fold laundry with no power. I had a the slight illumination of several candles. In the middle of this, I gave Patrick my gas generator, a heavy extension cord and wished him well. We decided together that I am going to buy solar panels for my corn/pellet stove, and rig them to batteries so I will have heat...next time.
After the housework, I threw both dogs into the bed, and found several large and heavy quilts. Layered the bed up and said: The End. Early to bed, early to rise. I slept for twelve hours, across the worst of it.
The weatherman is still screeching like an adolescent boy entering puberty. First his voice sounds one way, then another. According to his frantic waving, which is like what they do in the navy on air craft carriers, we are in a slight respite. Whatever. I am completely over the weatherman.
This morning, the neighborhood looked like a tornado had hit. We will lose many trees due to large branches that split off. This bothers me. The rest I can live with...except the weatherman.
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