4 Days of (semi) Silence...
Well, I'm glad that's over...
In case you didn't know, Hurricane Irene walloped into the East Coast and totally knocked power for millions of people. Here in Connecticut, the damage wasn't that bad, but enough so that more than a few trees fell down on power lines. I caught a few on camera and posted one on my FB page.
Power went out on Sunday early morning. I knew something was up when I woke up and wondered why my fan had stopped working and why I couldn't see the time on my ipod radio clock.
When I'd gotten out of bed, i found that all of Branford, as well as a good portion of the state, was out of juice. One tree the night before had fallen on the other side of the complex and slammed into 3 cars. I remember now waking up to the sound of a chainsaw...
The next few days I wouldn't exactly call hell. Luckily, the weather was very nice, especially at night, so we had no worries about sweating our butts off. Although there was no electricity, my dad did have the presence of mind to charge up a battery, so we had a way of charging up our cellphones, which were our only way of communicating with the rest of the world.
Even though I do spend a lot of time in front of the computer, I honestly didn't flip out from the lack of it for the days where everything was dark. I actually had time to do some cleaning as well as take care of some paperwork that had been lying around (done under flashlight, of course).
My dad, however, really felt out of it. He really missed his TV, internet, as well as how the fridge and downstairs freezer were getting full of bad food. I told him we were better off than most people who'd lost a lot more from the hurricane. He heard me, but I don't think he really listened.
It got so bad that half-way through the outage, I'd been smelling the milk before trying it and could just start to smell it going bad. My dad was there, noticed my expression and, in what could only be a fit of extreme annoyance, grabbed and carton and drank from it fully into his mouth.
I mentally rolled my eyes, not quite wanting to tell him how dirty the human mouth is....
All that finally came to an end last nite when the power came on at about 5pm. I'd noticed traffic lights working and only thought the local areas had gotten power, but when i heard my dad's 52in LCD tv blaring away, I knew all was right with at least part of the world...=)
In case you didn't know, Hurricane Irene walloped into the East Coast and totally knocked power for millions of people. Here in Connecticut, the damage wasn't that bad, but enough so that more than a few trees fell down on power lines. I caught a few on camera and posted one on my FB page.
Power went out on Sunday early morning. I knew something was up when I woke up and wondered why my fan had stopped working and why I couldn't see the time on my ipod radio clock.
When I'd gotten out of bed, i found that all of Branford, as well as a good portion of the state, was out of juice. One tree the night before had fallen on the other side of the complex and slammed into 3 cars. I remember now waking up to the sound of a chainsaw...
The next few days I wouldn't exactly call hell. Luckily, the weather was very nice, especially at night, so we had no worries about sweating our butts off. Although there was no electricity, my dad did have the presence of mind to charge up a battery, so we had a way of charging up our cellphones, which were our only way of communicating with the rest of the world.
Even though I do spend a lot of time in front of the computer, I honestly didn't flip out from the lack of it for the days where everything was dark. I actually had time to do some cleaning as well as take care of some paperwork that had been lying around (done under flashlight, of course).
My dad, however, really felt out of it. He really missed his TV, internet, as well as how the fridge and downstairs freezer were getting full of bad food. I told him we were better off than most people who'd lost a lot more from the hurricane. He heard me, but I don't think he really listened.
It got so bad that half-way through the outage, I'd been smelling the milk before trying it and could just start to smell it going bad. My dad was there, noticed my expression and, in what could only be a fit of extreme annoyance, grabbed and carton and drank from it fully into his mouth.
I mentally rolled my eyes, not quite wanting to tell him how dirty the human mouth is....
All that finally came to an end last nite when the power came on at about 5pm. I'd noticed traffic lights working and only thought the local areas had gotten power, but when i heard my dad's 52in LCD tv blaring away, I knew all was right with at least part of the world...=)