The lights did go out and so did the heat. It was dark and it was cold ... true it is. Psalm 140-something has it "before His chill, who can stand?" .... Well, indeed, most of us can. I found a pump in a local hardware chainstore and managed to pump out the 3" of water, not the 9" of anticipated rain. 300 or so candles and blankets and sweaters did the trick. And then! irony of ironies ... just shy of four days into "the big chill," I heard a noise in my office. Poor old man! What was it but a laser printer in the office going into its warm-up routine. That was 3:00 pm, yesterday. All the other amenities followed suit ... phone, internet, etc. Went to eat with some kids and grandkids and went to sleep in an already warmed home.
Then, it was like a Scrooge nightmare. I already heard about the devastation on the Atlantic Coast and NY City and Staten Island and Lord-knows where else. 2:00 AM and the sense that I had just experienced the petty narcissistic cave-like experience of a neurosis .... that's more or less all I could experience during those four days ... the petty disturbances of life by candle-light, sweaters and blankets. Oh, yeah! Gunther-dog was shivering and Pretty Girl Freud le Chat looked annoyed.
Sat around till 4:00 AM thinking about how easy it is to feel sorry for oneself.
Ach du lieber ... enuff!
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