In two weeks, a hurricane, election and nor’easter passed through the collective consciousness – I wasn’t conscious. A week without electricity, another (almost) without cable, rendered me comatose.
On election day, a political discussion with a member of the opposing party didn’t go well. Not a good day to discuss politics. Note to self.
The week before, Hurricane Sandy blew past spicy hot Jamaican waters then headed north toward the east coast, breaking wind in Connecticut.
Afterward, the unwelcome guest left a mess.
We were the first to lose power on Monday, 10/30, at noon, the same day we received the warning: widespread outages expected. Not auspicious news for many of us in town hooked on well water – no electricity, no toilets – shit out of luck!
Unless, a noisy gas-guzzling generator plugs into the vitals in a house – water heater, fridge, microwave, and well, the well. We’re fortunate to have one, gas fumes, and all.
By Monday night, the entire town lost power. The day after, people wandered the streets dazed, waiting for the utility trucks that arrived five days later, eight days, for others.
On Thursday, 11/1, I drove into town, negotiating the obstacle course on the back roads, littered with deceased trees strangled by power lines. Like a game of Chutes and Ladders, a potential dead-end loomed around every corner.
A ten-minute drive stretched into a twenty-five minute odyssey; past flattened fences, upended trees and dismembered branches. Power lines flung across the road like spaghetti.
I spotted a CL&P car parked along a street. The driver looked like a retiree. “Any news on the restoration?” I asked.
Screaming, “Any news on the restoration?”
“They’ll be making an announcement later.”
If they made one, I missed it, because I had no fucking way of hearing one – CL&P, you suck! – or watching the election on Tuesday – Comcast, you suck!
Last year, at the same time, we lost power for 10 days following another October nor’easter, hoping CL&P doesn’t break that record.
As of Saturday, 11/3, Day 6, CL&P has a chance of being inducted into the restoration hall of fame.
At 4:30PM, The Ridgefield Press tweets: CL&P now reports 57% of the town has electricity restored and 43% is still without power. More crews are due Sunday.
I’m part of the 43%.
On Sunday, we saw the lights. Got juiced after 5 PM cocktails, a religious experience.
Monday, 11/5 – still don’t have cable, a luxury I can do without, not really. Are you listening, Comcast? You suck!
Finally, got online today, Thursday, 11/8, after countless phone calls to robotic customer service reps. Two days of stress. Two weeks of hell.
I would have been better off zoning out like the dogs.