As it turned out, the power was restored in our house by the time we got home, though there was such incredible damage near my sister's house it took longer for her.
We were so happy to have our air conditioning and our refrigerator back, but I couldn't help thinking, won't be long before it happens again. And a time after that, and a time at some point where blackouts are pretty common because we've extracted all the oil and natural gas we can easily get to, and the rest is being rationed, or is so expensive that we can only use it sparingly.
Or we get powerful storms so regularly that being without power becomes a way of life.
Is it just me, or does it feel like that time is coming? That a fundamental shift is occurring--in weather patterns, and also in the forms and amount of energy that are available to us--and that we are lucky to have at least a little bit of time to prepare.
It was hard to imagine, while we had no power, a week or more without it. It has been just so bloody hot, and it's hard to think or do anything--especially the busy things we're used to doing, the social engagements the house to refinance the music to practice the writing to do--without the comforts we're used to.
I also hate to think of the dogs being so uncomfortable, as they love to lie right in front of the fan or the AC when its like this.
But in other parts of the world, discomforts like heat and a lack of appliances with which to make it more bearable are a way of life.
People live with it, because that's just the way it is. And despite the discomfort, there were certain things about the power outage that were enjoyable.
At the birthday party, people had a bemused and relaxed attitude and there was less pressure, somehow, to make it a perfect experience.
I've gotten to spend more time with my sister, as she came over a couple of times to use my computer and cool off once my power was restored.
We even got to have a cookout in my sister's backyard, and Florian got a huge kick out of cooking up everything in our freezer to save it from going bad.
There were stories about food stores doing the same thing--barbecuing up all their perishables in the parking lot and feeding people for free.
Disaster often brings out the best in us, and people--like dogs--are amazingly adaptable.
I don't mean to sound like a survivalist wingnut with prophecies of doom and gloom. I just can't help thinking that things are going to change.
How about you? Do you and your dogs keep a basement stocked with barrels of drinking water, canned food, and firearms? Or do you think our ingenuity will get us through, no matter what?