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As Long As The Gas Stations Remain Open...

Photo by Mary Vee

The power is out. Day three.

I am thankful for the fleet of electrical power workers who are out in the wind and ice storm that is attacking our area. 

On our backwoods American road, trees are down, a power line fell and ignited the road, and the power is out in our community. Temperatures are expected to drop throughout the day. At this time we are experiencing a whiteout (when cloud and snow on the ground meet and prevent visibility).

Repair men and women are braving the elements to restore our power along with the power for thousands of others in the north. 

Fleets of electric repair vehicles park at fire stations where crews change shifts and hopefully get something warm to drink.

Photo b Mary Vee


Perhaps the task wouldn't be as difficult if once the repair was finished, the restored area could be checked off the list. But ice ladened trees or their heavy branches continue to fall on power lines. It's like a whack-a-mole game that doesn't seem to end.

The workers must feel frustrated. 

And yet, when I called to report five downed trees on our dirt road to the west, and more downed trees to our east, making our road impassable except for obscure dirt roads, the dispatcher asked questions, repeated information, and clearly addressed the issue. No complaining. No grousing. 

These people are heroes.




As for us, we have a small generator keeping the furnace going. As long as the gas stations remain open we're good. We saw huge generators delivered to a facility for the elderly. 

So I am also thankful for generators.

As Long As The Gas Stations Remain Open!

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