It has almost become a litany – a recitation of the things we still have that make us luckier that many in this storm.
We have a generator.
We have hot water.
We have firewood.
We have jobs that won’t lose revenue due to power outages.
We have places with power that we can stay.
Have mercy upon us.
This litany is about the only thing that is keeping us sane. It also helped me through the sinking feeling I got while watching the power company sever our house’s connection to the transformer. We have damage to our meter, and Duke Power won’t reconnect us until an electrician comes out to fix things. Our neighborhood may regain power, but we won’t. Right now, the earliest we can get someone out is Thursday, and it would be a day or two after that before we were connected. I seriously doubt we will have power by Christmas.
With that in mind, we altered our travel plans. Mrs. Wright caught a plane this morning for Tampa, heading to Florida several days earlier than planned. We will spend our first Christmas morning alone since we have been married. I’m having a hard time getting used to this, and am feeling more than a little displaced.
Yesterday I was tempted to hook one strand of our icicle lights to the generator, but was afraid our neighbors would lynch us.