Baby, It’s Cold Outside.

So, an ice storm moved through, well, most of Oklahoma on Sunday.  Lots and lots of ice.  Lots and lots of tree branches snapping off and falling onto power lines.  And as a result, lots and lots of people with no electricity for lots and lots of days.

Here’s a quick rundown of my week:

• Our power went out early Monday morning. 
•  I watched five of our six trees fall to the ground that afternoon, thankfully only grazing the house.  
•  I threw out everything in the fridge and freezer on Wednesday. 
• I reached my official breaking point around 4 pm on Thursday. 
• Around 5 pm that day I consumed two whiskey-based beverages and felt a little bit better. 
• Around 6 pm our power came back on.  It’s entirely likely I cried when that happened. 

 I asked my husband if he’d ever been happier in his whole life.  He said, “Yes, when I asked you to marry me and you said yes.”  I told him not to lie, that electricity is so much better. 

But power remains out for much of my family, so my sister and her kids have been sheltering here in our home since Friday.  The washing machine never stops running; the dishwasher fills up in what seems to be minutes.  But I am happy, happy, happy that we are able to take them in and hopeful their power will be back on soon. 

So, just checking in to report I am not frozen here on the Oklahoma tundra (and Jill, I hope your power is back on by now!!).   I’ll be back with a real post soon. 

In the meantime, I’ll be composing long, flowery, and incredibly sincere love letters to linemen, and of course, doing another load of laundry.