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Feb. 17th, 2006 08:53 pmWhen your city has no power, the stars are so many many that they seem to press in upon you. I could gather them in a basket, if I had a basket.
Our city has had no power since 10AM, thanks to extreme winds—up to 70mph, sez Weather Underground. This has interfered with every aspect of my previously overscheduled and stressy day ("Ha ha!" sez God): I could not finish or mail my SWAPA, I could not work the many hours I planned to work (tomorrow is my last day), and I could not attend the Flurry (Friday events were canceled). Instead, I walked up to campus to meet my sweetie, taking pictures of the arboreal devastation along the way: old trees, trees that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adfamiliares and I could not put our four arms around, lay broken on the ground. Their branches covered the Civil War cannon in the graveyard, and the six-foot-square sidewalk slates on Broadway teetered on their uprooted roots. (Evergreen needles, apparently, are a liability in high winds. Every downed tree was a conifer; the leafless deciduous trees are dandy.) One house had lost slabs of roof as big as mattresses, which had gotten lodged in the nearby trees. The picket fence separating us from our rear neighbors is down. Pictures will follow when I can upload them.
K. and I roasted hot dogs on sticks and made s'mores; we huddled around the fire like characters from a Louisa May Alcott novel, she up close on the floor so she could read her Greek history. We are now at the home of someone with power; she is practicing for the Scottish demo tomorrow (hoping power will be restored for day 2 of the Flurry), and I am cursing the National Grid website for not offering a "service status" option. (Also, I am grumpy that the promised Beth (remember her?) is not here. Harrumph.) No clue when we'll have power...but now, I am being tapped to dance. (With Liz Donaldson, so of course I am honored.) Ciao!
Our city has had no power since 10AM, thanks to extreme winds—up to 70mph, sez Weather Underground. This has interfered with every aspect of my previously overscheduled and stressy day ("Ha ha!" sez God): I could not finish or mail my SWAPA, I could not work the many hours I planned to work (tomorrow is my last day), and I could not attend the Flurry (Friday events were canceled). Instead, I walked up to campus to meet my sweetie, taking pictures of the arboreal devastation along the way: old trees, trees that
adfamiliares and I could not put our four arms around, lay broken on the ground. Their branches covered the Civil War cannon in the graveyard, and the six-foot-square sidewalk slates on Broadway teetered on their uprooted roots. (Evergreen needles, apparently, are a liability in high winds. Every downed tree was a conifer; the leafless deciduous trees are dandy.) One house had lost slabs of roof as big as mattresses, which had gotten lodged in the nearby trees. The picket fence separating us from our rear neighbors is down. Pictures will follow when I can upload them.K. and I roasted hot dogs on sticks and made s'mores; we huddled around the fire like characters from a Louisa May Alcott novel, she up close on the floor so she could read her Greek history. We are now at the home of someone with power; she is practicing for the Scottish demo tomorrow (hoping power will be restored for day 2 of the Flurry), and I am cursing the National Grid website for not offering a "service status" option. (Also, I am grumpy that the promised Beth (remember her?) is not here. Harrumph.) No clue when we'll have power...but now, I am being tapped to dance. (With Liz Donaldson, so of course I am honored.) Ciao!
