After a day of temperatures in the high 60s on Friday, a thunderstorm tore through our city during the night. We woke to freezing temperatures and no electricity.
The winds were 60 to 80 miles an hour and tore down trees and knocked down power lines, including a couple of poles on a nearby street. Some people said they thought their houses were going to blow over. How did I sleep through that? Our house was unscathed, except that our bird feeder was flung into the backyard and smashed. How do the birds hang on in the trees?
Almost 50,000 houses lost power in the area. Strangely, only half of the houses in my subdivision were affected — all of those just east of mine were fine. My neighbor’s Santa Claus on the motorcycle was (above) still burning bright when we left the house to find a warm, illuminated place to hang out. I’m seriously addicted to electricity. Every blackout, I have new appreciation for our ancestors living life in the cold and mostly dark. We were only without electricity for a day, but it seemed much longer.
I’m grateful for the KCP&L workmen who worked all day on the problem.
When I was finally able to turn on my computer, it rasped and growled for half an hour, probably angry to be so rudely jolted. I hear ya!