Where we have no power

We had the winds of all winds yesterday night and, as a result, we have no power today. No power means no showers (the water is drawn from the well via a pump that requires electricity), no phone, no TV, no cable and, worse of all, no internet.

So, how am I posting? Well, we escaped our hydro-less house this morning and sought refuge at the nearest coffee house. Yes, I’m drinking coffee right now.

Yes, it’s delicious.

No, I’m not happy.

One look at the hydro website confirmed my worst fears. We aren’t going to have power until tomorrow night…at the earliest. Odds are, we won’t be able to blow dry our hair until well into next week.

Sure, they all like to point their fingers at the winds that blew but I have a suspicion about what really happened to our power.

In the interim, we’ll light candles and try to see if we can read a book or two by candle light. Wish us luck!

Powerless

There’s a Chinese saying that goes something like: When humans make plans, the gods laugh. Well, last Friday was proof it’s a wise saying.

It was the weekend and we had made plans for the day. Tons of them. They included having our handyman friend Shane over to finish installing the counters in our kitchen, buying groceries, eating said groceries and watching my favourite show on TV.

I got home Friday and, instead of plans, I found we had no power. No lights, no internet, no water, nothing. We barely had water because, though it does come from a well, the pump used to take it to the house runs on, you guessed it, power. So we only had the water in the tank and that’s a really small quantity. Still, it didn’t bother me too much, because after calling Hydro they said we’d get power at around 5 or so. We ate a cold dinner and I started knitting. No biggie.

The power didn’t come back last night…and this morning I woke up to a very dark, unhappy world…I wasn’t that cheerful either but did manage to wake up Hubby to share my misery. We ate cereal and found one cell phone that still had life and called hydro. After losing the connection twice, they told us to not expect power until later on in the day…or possibly later. The man at the other end of the phone was obviously at the end of a long shift. He didn’t care that we were losing our food and sanity. Instead of the time the power would return, he said he knew how I felt.

I cursed, swore to myself we’d go off grid as soon as possible and hung up. Then went to boil water. We have gas, a blessing since it works when there’s no power. We heated water and had coffee and tea…and chatted by candle light. It was actually really nice.

Then Hubby went out to do some yard work and I blew my nose and threw the tissue into the toilet. For some strange reason, I flushed it.

Big. Mistake.

I heard gurgle, gurgle and nothing else.

Our toilet is a Grouch. Obviously an evil mastermind in another life, he’s been reincarnated as a toilet for punishment. Perpetually grumpy, this machine will stop working at the worst opportunities and yesterday was his coup de grace.

Or maybe he just resented my wanton misuse of water.

Whatever the reason, Groucho stopped working half way through swallowing the tissue. No amount of plunging or praying was going to change his mind. After cursing in different languages and getting nowhere, I ran to the kitchen, got the last of our water into a pot and boiled it. Still, one pot of boiled water threw Groucho into action and it reluctantly did its job.

I ran to bed and hid under the blankets before something else stopped working. River seemed to sense my despair because he slept by the side of my bed, plopping his big head on the mattress and breathing his doggie breath on my face in reassurance.

Thankfully, we now have power. Evening TV never looked as amazing and I plan to have longest shower in history after I finish this post.

(credit: bathroomspics.com

(credit: bathroomspics.com

No power = One panic-stricken author

This morning, after my usual lovely wake up call via Ocean the-wonder-akita, I turned to look at my clock…to find it blank. We had no power.

We live in the country. Power outages work differently when your only visible neighbours are trees. Yes, the hydro trucks roll out to restore it, but not with the same urgency as in Toronto. When you lose your power in the city, you can reasonably expect it to return in a few hours. In the country, it could be days. Easy.

My first thought was: coffee. Quickly followed by: my computer! We headed out to grab our morning fix and started planning things. The first issue was the cold. It’s a warmer day today (around 0 C), so the water in the pipes wasn’t going to freeze and burst and destroy our house. But it was going to get cold in the house and, if we didn’t have heat in a day or so, those pipes were definitely going to burst.

We called hydro and got the usual automated machine that told us to wait. Without any information or the way to get one (no Google), we started to get fidgety in our darkened house. Every thing we wanted to do suddenly required electricity. Forget coffee or checking your email, basic necessities also need hydro. Hot shower? Need a water heater.  Warmth? need the house heater. Hair dryer? Same. Bathroom? No light. Good luck feeling your way in the dark.

Time to head into the city. We drove getting more and more desperate with each passing home we saw in the dark. And, when we finally spotted a Tim Hortons with power, we were actually cheering.

Even better, this Tim Hortons had Wi-Fi.

Heaven.

(credit: timhortons.com)

(credit: timhortons.com)