And yet Ryan Gosling does his best to convince me otherwise.
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Saturday, December 27, 2008
Friday, December 26, 2008
Wherein I Survive a Full Week
A scant seven days ago, a miserable week began with tiny droplets falling from the sky. These droplets, determined to be special, refused to stay rain and snow was just too chilly for their taste. Instead, they chose to be the most special precipitation of all: freezing rain, aka the bane of Human Existence.
Indeed, the curses were fierce in neighborhoods throughout my town. Groggy commuters slid down driveways as they attempted to scrape this scourge from their cars. The streetlights cast a glare over icy branches that looked more like chandeliers than trees in the morning darkness. Crackling electric lines added blue flashes of light to the eerie atmosphere. It was not an auspicious beginning to a Friday.
These determined drops refused to give up. They multiplied hourly and took up residence on every surface. The trees creaked and bushes sagged. Electricity lost its path to home after home after home. Slowly Christmas lights and streetlights went dark. More than half the population, over 100,000 people, had fallen victim to the droplets' freezing rain whim.
All the Christmas hum began to fade. The anticipation was replaced with anxiety as we began to wonder where to sleep, how to stay warm, why do I keep flipping that switch when I'm holding a flashlight?!
Outside temperatures dragged inside temperatures ever downward. Below Zero forecast with dangerous wind chills. Brave souls from neighboring states came to help, but even in their numbers they were no match for the droplets' power. Winds also arrived, strong and biting. More trees and lines found they would no longer withstand the onslaught and dropped to the ground. The worried citizens stormed suppliers and the hum of generators mingled with trickling water to keep pipes from freezing.
The days kept passing and bringing maddening news: cars now slid into others of their own volition, their owners having carefully lined them into parking spaces while completing errands. Temperatures weren't going to rise after all, but the winds were. Another round of freezing rain was on the menu. Shelters for people and animals opened all across the town. The waiting and watching continued, by candlelight.
Five days passed before I could flip that switch without a muttered curse. Not everyone around me is so lucky and continue to wait by candlelight.
The city celebrated a subdued Christmas as visitors sawed trees and restored lines, their own families far away.
Today I awoke to rumbling thunder and rain.
Tomorrow the temperature will reach an unseasonable 65 degrees.
Now we're preparing for floods.
Sigh.
Indeed, the curses were fierce in neighborhoods throughout my town. Groggy commuters slid down driveways as they attempted to scrape this scourge from their cars. The streetlights cast a glare over icy branches that looked more like chandeliers than trees in the morning darkness. Crackling electric lines added blue flashes of light to the eerie atmosphere. It was not an auspicious beginning to a Friday.
These determined drops refused to give up. They multiplied hourly and took up residence on every surface. The trees creaked and bushes sagged. Electricity lost its path to home after home after home. Slowly Christmas lights and streetlights went dark. More than half the population, over 100,000 people, had fallen victim to the droplets' freezing rain whim.
All the Christmas hum began to fade. The anticipation was replaced with anxiety as we began to wonder where to sleep, how to stay warm, why do I keep flipping that switch when I'm holding a flashlight?!
Outside temperatures dragged inside temperatures ever downward. Below Zero forecast with dangerous wind chills. Brave souls from neighboring states came to help, but even in their numbers they were no match for the droplets' power. Winds also arrived, strong and biting. More trees and lines found they would no longer withstand the onslaught and dropped to the ground. The worried citizens stormed suppliers and the hum of generators mingled with trickling water to keep pipes from freezing.
The days kept passing and bringing maddening news: cars now slid into others of their own volition, their owners having carefully lined them into parking spaces while completing errands. Temperatures weren't going to rise after all, but the winds were. Another round of freezing rain was on the menu. Shelters for people and animals opened all across the town. The waiting and watching continued, by candlelight.
Five days passed before I could flip that switch without a muttered curse. Not everyone around me is so lucky and continue to wait by candlelight.
The city celebrated a subdued Christmas as visitors sawed trees and restored lines, their own families far away.
Today I awoke to rumbling thunder and rain.
Tomorrow the temperature will reach an unseasonable 65 degrees.
Now we're preparing for floods.
Sigh.
"A story should have a beginning..."
“... a middle, and an end... but not necessarily in that order." - Jean-Luc Goddard
I have taken inspiration from others' blogs, so it seemed time that I give this a try. I have kept physical journals for years and as I find my hands more often on computer keyboards than wrapped around pens, I'm hoping that this will help motivate me. If there are readers out there, drop a comment. I'll try to keep it interesting...
I have taken inspiration from others' blogs, so it seemed time that I give this a try. I have kept physical journals for years and as I find my hands more often on computer keyboards than wrapped around pens, I'm hoping that this will help motivate me. If there are readers out there, drop a comment. I'll try to keep it interesting...
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