Not from here . . . courtesy npr.org

Yesterday we kept an eye on the weather.  The erudite prognosticators were warning that the approaching winter storm could leave us with a quarter to a half-inch of ice on trees and power lines.  In keeping with a long-time tradition, they missed it.  We had no signs of icing on trees or lines in this neighborhood.  The ice stayed in balls and fell to the ground where it accumulated.

Unfortunately, they were right about the 50 mph wind gusts.  The power went out just before 8 PM.  Power company breakers tried to reset three times, and then dropped out for the duration.

We shut down all unnecessary systems and devices.  Sylvia was in the office and immediately shut off both of our computers.  Twenty seconds later, our emergency power system kicked on.

Living in this rural area, we are never high on the priority list.  That’s true for snow removal on the roads, power restoration and more.

I don’t care.  I love this life and will endure whatever comes this way for as long as I am able.