|Trivial Pursuit by candle light|
If you got slammed by Frankenstorm this year, you know where it's at, huh? No joke out here- that's for sure.
A whole week later, and my family in Jers is still without power. Bleh.
Of course, the inconvenience of going old school is nothing compared to what some are enduring as a result of this storm.
We were fortunate enough to have only been in the dark for about 30 hours. Here's a little peek into our colonial adventure.
With all that whipping wind and rain, it was cooooooold out here. To keep warm, we kept a fire blazing in the ole' fireplace. Heh- from my hearth to yours, right?
But all roads seemed to lead back to the fire? Brrrrrrr...
Because we have no gas line coming into the house, we got into our camping groove and made mountain pies (grilled cheese sandwiches) in the fireplace.
|Family room grilled cheese makin'|
After about 12 hours, it was time to start moving food out of the freezer and fridge into the cooler we'd prepared before the storm hit.
|Our frozen tomatoes made nice ice packs to keep our refrigerator food cold.|
The natural glow was actually rather soothing through the difficult experience...
Our essential dairy was stored in our camping cooler.
As long as our daughter was still able to read her stories at night, bedtime wasn't too much of a problem.Long after the wee ones were a' snoozing, we busied ourselves with a 1000 piece puzzle of, appropriately, New York. We busted out a bottle of Chambourcin and an old radio and got "jiggy with it" (whomp whommm) till our necks were stiff and our fingers twitchy .
The rush of hot water in our shower feels a little more magical this week, the grime running off my hands in the sink- a little more cleansing... the warmth in our bedrooms more lulling and the light in our hallways more guiding than ever before. Preparing a stovetop meal hasn't felt like a burden these past few days, and our clean laundry smells fresher than I've noticed in awhile.
Isn't it crazy to realize how much we take for granted? As cumbersome as it feels to go without, I'm reminded of how much we actually have, how completely lucky we really are.
The result of this storm reminds me of an Emily Dickinson poem that I've kept on my refrigerator for years.
"There are winter mornings when the cold without only adds to the warmth within, and the more it snows and the harder it blows, brighter the fires blaze."
Sending extra love to everyone affected by Frankenstorm's wrath. The worst is past, and the light will return soon. May your fires within blaze bright, people. Hang in there!