Jake and I had just settled in to watch a movie Friday night — we were making our way through the abysmally bad previews to the movie Jack and Jill starring Adam Sandler — when the power went out. The DVD shorted and the house went dark. We waited a few minutes, looking at each other through the darkness. The power went back on. We restarted the DVD and waded through all the bad previews again. Right when the movie opened to Adam Sandler’s insanely moneyed lifestyle depicted in all his recent films, the power went out again. I glanced out the window and noticed the leaves flittering across the window and trees swaying back and forth in the front yard. With no lights or DVD capabilities, we decided to venture out to the front porch and “watch the wind” and if there is a more “down home” activity than wind watching I’ll be a cast member on Hee Haw.
We headed outside and sat down on the front porch. Tree tops surged angrily overheard. Branches skittered across the front yard. June’s “fun tent” — a little collapsible tent she plays with outside — rolled across the yard like tumbleweed, making us laugh. The wind blew harder. The towering oak trees across the road lurched to and fro. Another great cracking sound was heard. The trees now blew almost parallel to the road. We both stood up. A giant crack split the air. “Get in the house! Get in the house!” Jake yelled. We both ran inside and waited. I debated fetching June from her crib lest a tree crash into her room. After what seemed like an eternity but was probably more like 10 minutes, we eased our way outside again to assess the damage. It was too dark and too rainy to do much good. Sooner or later we went to bed.
When we awoke, we discovered seven trees had fallen or cracked on our property, two on top of the barn though thankfully none of the baby chicks were hurt. And no trees fell on our house. A power line was draped right across my car. We had no power and no water. It was only 8 a.m. and already 80 degrees. Our corn was flattened.
There are many, many reasons why I’m happy I married Jake, and one of those reasons became ultra apparent this weekend: Dude is always prepared. Within four minutes of the power outage, he had brought forth three super powered industrial flashlights and headlamps. Bright and early the next morning he had plugged in both of our generators, managed to track down 10 gallons of gas (no easy feat in a town where the gas lines snaked down the block) to bring power back to our refrigerators and freezers, and he even managed to scour the last switch-plug thingie from Lowes to bring power to our water pump, allowing us to run water.
We’re now on our third day without power and with Jake around, it’s not so terrible. It’s actually kinda normal. While others around us are sweltering due to lack of AC, we don’t much notice the heat because we don’t use AC in the first place .
If there is one downside to the power outage adventure, it’s this: Right after Jake switched back on the water pump via one of our two generators he looked at me and said, “I don’t ever want to hear you complain about me buying too many tools and equipment again.”
Great. He’s gonna splurge on that super powered dump truck. I feel it.