30 hours. That’s how long our power was out from the snow storm yesterday. And boy did it suck.
Yesterday and today was like a comedy of errors. Everything that could have gone wrong did. First I woke up with a killer back ache out of nowhere. WTF? Normally I would be pissed that I couldn’t run with something like that, but I was more worried because I could barely sit and I couldn’t bend down. WTF? Then, the snow kept coming and coming. And it was heavy and wet. And then at 10:30 a.m. our power went out. I needed to get the driveway cleared, but with my crazy back, shoveling was out. And our snow blower was up at the cabin. And did I mention that The Husband went to Chicago for the Vikings game, so I was on my own with the kids and puppy? So I called a few neighbors, but they were either gone or their snow blowers were broken. Seriously. I figured it was just 7 inches, I could just drive the car through that, right? Well, just then the City plow went by, creating at least a two foot snow bank at the end of my driveway. That literally put me in tears. So I decided to take a nap. I figured everything would be better after my nap, the power would be on, someone would miraculously come by and offer to help me with my driveway, etc. Nope. Instead, when I woke up at 3:00 and the power was still off, I went into overdrive, realizing it gets dark at 4:30 so I better get going looking for supplies. Found a flashlight. No batteries in it. Seriously. Ugggggg. Pulled together a few candles, then came up with the best idea – my running headlamp! Yipee! So from 4:30 til 8:30 I sat on the couch bundled under blankets with my running lamp on my head and read a book that I wasn’t even liking and started getting colder and colder. Tried to figure out gas fireplace pilot. Couldn’t figure it out. Finally at 8:30 we went to sleep to try to stay warm. Woke up to a chirping sound at 5:00 a.m., thinking that it must be the power returning. Nope, it was the fire alarm battery dying (but I didn’t figure that out on my own, so I listened to a chirp every couple minutes!). Coffee would have been nice, but not happening without power. And I couldn’t get out of the garage because the power was out. Finally, at 7:00 I woke Carter up and told him we had to get up to Caribou for some coffee and warmth. I figured out the manual garage release, powered through the snowbank at the end of the drive (which had melted significantly) and got my coffee. Ended up going to a friend’s house for the Vikings game and some warmth. I started to panic because the power still wasn’t on and I have court in the morning, so I wasn’t sure how I’d get showered, made up, in a suit and presentable without electricity. Uggggg. Finally, at 4:30 – THIRTY HOURS LATER – the power came on. And boy was that a relief! You really don’t realize how much you appreciate electricity and warmth until it’s gone. I am SO not a handyman type person. Must start figuring out how to do some household things instead of relying on The Husband for everything. Right.
Oh – and my running this week has sucked. Lowest mileage week in ages. No pilates either. But lots of cookies and beer. Hopefully next week is a better one!