We love snow days in our house. The world outside is painted in a peaceful white. Traffic sounds cease. Sometimes it’s great to just hunker down, nestle in, and enjoy it. Until the power goes out.
Power outages are game changers. What was once a hot chocolate drinking, bacon eating day in front of the TV becomes a day of checking outage maps, figuring inventive ways to make coffee, going offsite to charge our phones and remembering what it’s like to read the newspaper cover to cover.
I suppose there’s good in the slowing down. Peace to be found in a house that isn’t filled with all kinds of electric noise. But this storm was different from a snow storm because what was happening outside was anything but peaceful. Without the sound of the TV or music, we could hear every branch that hit the roof. Every pant from our nervous dog. We constantly kept one eye on the tall oak trees in our back yard. And with each howl of the wind, each transformer pop in the neighborhood, our chances of getting our power restored any time soon were slim.
It’s all fun until the power goes out.