10 years ago this week, I was bouncing around, first in my cold and dark apartment, then my parent's fireplace-heated basement and finally, my uncle up north on the lake, who thankfully, had a gas-heated house.
We were in the middle of the Ice Storm. Wiki if you don't know what I'm talking about. It wasn't of Katrina-proportions, but for people around here, it was the worst natural disaster. I personally had no power for 8 days. I think my parent's had no power for almost 2 weeks. Some people were in the dark for a month.
It was actually one of the worst time in my life, but not because of the storm. The first morning that it started raining on the 2nd of January, I was actually trying to make my way to the unemployment office to make a claim for the first time in my life. I had been downsized in late November but my severance package had carried me into the new year. I needed to fill out the paper work, so I shuffled my way on the sidewalk for blocks, and finally made it, soaked, to the unemployment office, only to find in shut because they had no power. By the time I shuffled back home hours later, my own apartment was dark too. I had a night-school friend who had a warm basement apartment, so I camped at her place the first night. The next morning, I had to pay a guy with a big truck to tow me out of the ice-bank my car was stuck in. I had little money, but it seemed like the right thing to do. It turned out to be the best move ever, otherwise, my car would have been stuck there for weeks, as the city came to a screeching halt. The water plant shut down, people lived in shelters.... it was mayhem.
The interesting thing to me now is how little I actually remember about the day to day. I remember not knowing where to go because I had two cats and shelters wouldn't allow them and people offering me a place to stay were allergic. I remember sleeping on a cot in front of my parent's fireplace, trying to figure out what we would eat. And I remember playing boardgames with my cousins once we were safe and warm at my uncle's house. All my cousins were there, a first since we were little kids.
But there was no blogging back then. And even if there had been, there was no power! But it's amazing to me how much I rely on the blogging now, to document, to remember. Things that happened pre-blog are Polaroid snapshots. But my life since blogging is a searchable-archive......