Joy reigned near noon today (Sunday) after seven – (7) – SEVEN! days without electricity, the lights came on. With a “thank you, Jesus and OGE,” we all did a happy dance. Well, I might not have qualified for a dance. 😀 We live on a corner lot so we got fixed because of our north/south road where we are hooked up. Our neighbors to the east have been told they would have lights by 11 PM November 6th. See that – the 6th!
Fortunately our hot water heater and cooking stove were on gas.
We did a lot of wood burning. And I have a oil lamp and various and sundry tidy lights, and a nice flashlight which requires electricity to charge it, as did the cell phones, IPads, Kindles, earbuds, etc. The generator we bought made that possible. We could run three things at a time. Mostly my oxygen machine, the frig, and the TV. I moved to a portable oxygen machine at night and we charged what up the luxuries that have become necessities.
I remind all the Biden/Sanders people that both (gas and electricity) are made possible by fossil fuel. Oh, I almost wish that I can live long enough to see the Dems “transition” to solar, water, or whatever. Seven days might sound delightful compared to that “transition.”
Anyway to get on with my day! What would be the first thing you would do after seven days without electricity? Know what I did? I ran to the mirror and shaved granny whiskers! Now don’t act so shocked. Second thing I did – pencil on some eyebrows.