[Original post on this date: Back in May when we lost power, it was restored on the sixth day. I remember hoping we’d never be without power for six days again.
Be careful what you wish for, right? Because we have no power and it’s just about to become seven days. ]
Another strong contender for a Mary Stewart favorite, this book has so many things I love that I even forced Tom to sit and listen to me elaborate on them. It also has one of the most touching epilogues I’ve ever read in a novel.
A circus in Vienna, a horse with a great backstory, and a strong leading man with a smart, interesting wife. I remember Greg and I once discussing how easy it would be to rewrite this using the Internet in place of the movie reel that kicks things off.
The novel is much more appealing than everyone’s debris piles. Tom and I took a walk around the neighborhood today and he got some photos with his phone that will probably end up on this website one day. His photos are ALSO better than debris piles.
One street over, we saw some power guys from a company in West Virginia that travels throughout the country to help with disaster recovery. When we talked to them, they’d already checked out the tangled tree at our fence line and it was on their list. This is the first contact we’ve had with anyone about repairs. We’re reluctant to feel hopeful, though, because some repair dates in our area are as far out as the nineteenth.
Wow, it’s been a week! I’ve known neighborhoods in VA that suffered longer because of the outages and repairs too. Some really strong windy storms and softball hail in the Colorado Springs of my past, to name a few, took many months of repairs and hard work to restore all those homes. I hope it all gets fixed soon.
It took seven days, and our restored power has held steady in the days since. I have no memory of how many days we went without power after the Harvey flood. In that case, Lynne’s house was just down the street and hadn’t been flooded and had power, and most of us decamped there (Tim was all the way across town in the old ‘hood where he wasn’t flooded and had power, and he couldn’t get home because of all the places that were flooded). I remember the good things about those days; the bad days are only a blur now.