Menu for a Power Outage
Handy: Sterno and pot, candles, rice cakes.
All indications pointed to a mild winter storm with a light mix of snow and sleet. No big deal for those of us planted on the spit of land
that juts its elbow into the Northeast Atlantic. Winter business as usual. The towns west of us on the mainland would be hit much harder. The prediction for the mainland? Twelve inches of the white stuff. We'd be lucky to get a dusting before it changed to rain.
that juts its elbow into the Northeast Atlantic. Winter business as usual. The towns west of us on the mainland would be hit much harder. The prediction for the mainland? Twelve inches of the white stuff. We'd be lucky to get a dusting before it changed to rain.I hardly paid attention. The snow began on Friday, big fat flakes tossed by the wind that had scoured us for days, and soon melted into rain. I made up a fresh batch of guacamole and blogged.
An hour or two into the storm I began to feel uneasy. Wind slammed the house with ratcheting vengeance. The oaks and arborvitae groaned and twisted in their vigil, keeping watch despite the cruel battering. It was snowing again - sideways this time - and suddenly the energy of the storm felt more like a hurricane than a mild nor'easter. I ran upstairs and checked the windows and skylights. All were locked. We were snug as bug. The wind roared and cracked like thunder.
As I stood beneath the skylight glass watching the wet thrashing oaks I felt a quick animal chill down my spine. An inaudible scream shot through my hearing: get back to ground level- now!
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