We lost power last night, twice, but only for a couple of seconds each time before it came back on. Our natural reaction when it flickered, of course, was to tense up a bit — y’know, that fleeting moment of wondering.
Deb and I laughed about it after, acknowledging that being without electricity really wouldn’t be that big a deal. After all, that’s what we did for 42 days.
The Mountain this morning was soggy and foggy. Several inches of rain yesterday, torrential at times, had thoroughly saturated our surroundings. We were glad that all of the standing water we’d seen around the homesite last night had percolated away, but there was evidence in several places of runoff.
Our road, though unpaved, never gets soupy or impassible — a few low spots, a couple of muddy dips after a rain, but that’s it. Its good condition owes to Deb’s cousin’s regular grading with his tractor, and he was out there again this afternoon repairing what weather had wrought.
I was on the hook this morning to fetch a barrel of water, and Deb decided to come along for the ride. As usual, we made a mini-adventure of it, driving the Ranger down The Mountain and checking out our wet world. The cool dampness was invigorating.
Later, Deb went down to a neighbor’s and watched her cousin and the neighbor’s ex fell a red cedar that was precariously close to the house. I stayed back and puttered at a few to-dos.
Other than that, it was a quiet day here. We’ll take it.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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