The snow started yesterday. I wasn’t ready. I mean, I’m “ready.” We all have winter gear that fits. We have our van in a garage for the first winter ever. Our new house is incredibly well insulated, and we are warm. In all of the non-emotional ways, I am totally ready for winter.
Of course, I’m not exactly thrilled that its happening. If snow had started falling yesterday, all soft and whimsical, I could have accepted that a little bit easier. Maybe. It would still create slush and ice, but it wouldn’t be so off putting. The current situation is blowing, swirling, yucky snow. Its COLD out. I feel like we kind of skipped fall altogether. I’m hopeful that it’ll come back, though. Its too soon to lose it. Far too soon.
We had the power go out this morning. Its not like its the first time its ever happened to us, but its obviously not our favorite thing. Today, though, it was more evident than usual just how much I count on electricity. I couldn’t use the microwave. I was scared to open the fridge. I couldn’t flush the toilet (more than once.) I couldn’t use wifi. I couldn’t turn on the tv. The list goes on. I was not a fan of all of this.
Just shy of three hours later, our power came back on. It tried a small handful of times over the last hour or so to come back on, so I knew someone was working on it. When it flickered and actually stayed on, the kids squealed big YAAAAAYs. It was starting to get chilly, and everyone was feeling a bit twitchy and on edge.
I am SO thankful for electricity! Especially on cold days.