This past Monday evening we lost power for almost four hours. We had very heavy winds here, and six tornadoes touched down within 20-30 miles of us. I was just starting to fix supper when the outage happened, and with an all electric house I didn't get very far. So, it was peanut butter and jelly for us. I talked to some friends who were also without power at the same time and they had PB&J as well. I'll bet there was a lot of peanut butter consumed that evening.
After an hour or so the winds went down a little, the clouds broke up, and it brightened up enough to go outside for awhile. What a relief to have something to do besides sit around and listen to the battery-powered radio. We walked around to see if there were any limbs down (the only one was a dead limb that we'd been meaning to get out of our cedar tree for a year or so--thanks, storm!) and stopped to visit the horses. It was pretty chilly so we headed back inside for more junk food and a few games of Yahtzee.
What a relief when the power came on just before 9:00. It got me to thinking about our house's younger years when there was no electricity. Even with all our candles burning it seemed so DARK in the house. I suppose oil lamps were brighter than candles, but I imagine the evenings got pretty long and cold in the winter. I used to think I'd like to live in pioneer times, but Monday night made me rethink that opinion. Life was simpler, but I love my electricity too much!