The road goes ever on and on
Although I shouldn’t start a post with a disclaimer, i will announce that i’m sorry for the “false advertisement”… frankly, that this blog has been off our radar for a couple months. Hopefully the list of excuses that have kept us busy won’t bore you. Not that i’ll write them all down now (don’t worry!), except for the ones that really have given our life depth and not just made the calendar squares full of scribbles. It will not come just in this post (long posts in themselves can be a bore) but i’ll mercifully stretch them out a bit, or simply throw the past out the window and tell of what we’re going through now!
I will start with the most recent, although it’s not the most important. The last few days have been a complete adventure to say the least. It was not just Eddie and I but whole towns, and even states, around us that got blasted. An ice storm came through around Saturday; it was, at first, simply beautiful to look at with EVERY thing encased in ice, from each grass blade at your feet to a few inches over your windshield. You would think that the White Witch had come through town. But then it turned disastrous (which actually is another one of her traits). Soon limbs and whole trees were falling – dangerously near and sometimes on top of houses, cars, etc. – and the power lines. Our apartment building looked like it was going to hold out longer than most places in town, but about two minutes after i hung up the phone with three friends saying “Come over!! We’ve got electricity, so camp out here!” then our apartment blacked out as well. One friend ended up staying in our power-less home with candles to keep him company, but we moved in to our friend’s safehouse: the Udell home. We weren’t the only ones, either. Mrs Udell got to excercise her gift of hospitality to 30 people who camped out in their home. It ended up being very bonding to get to play so many games, have long talks, and to cook and eat so many meals consecutively together. One person put it well by saying that sometimes we all need – and our culture needs – a power out in order to realize how vulnerable we truly are and how much we need to turn and look into each other’s faces and invest in the friendships we have rather than the things we have (well, i paraphrased that a bit). Our power was out for two days and three nights, and now i’m writing to you from the safety of our home again. We’re trying to get back to normal now.
