Mostly True Memoirs
IF I NEVER SEE SNOW AGAIN, IT WILL BE TOO SOON
That was the weirdest week of my life.
Now I know how the Donner Party felt.
If it had gone on any longer, I might have turned into Jack Nicholson in The Shining.
At one point, three days in, with no power and no water and freaking frigid temperatures, the electricity finally came back on.
I was like a kid at Christmas!
I bustled about, tidying up, anticipating the house heating up.
I was especially waiting for the water heater.
Oh, how I wanted hot water.
And then….
And then the power went out again.
I could have wept for my lost shower opportunity.
I zipped my parka back up and plopped back under all of my blankets.
And waited.
And waited.
And waited.
And…finally…the power came back on!
This time I was more cautious.
It might not last.
After an hour, I thought that maybe the electricity was here to stay.
Should I take a shower?
By this time it was late at night.
If we lost power again, I would be stranded in the pitch dark.
In single-digit temperatures.
Should I risk it?
We’re still on boil-water orders.
What if the water isn’t clean?
Oh, but what the heck.
I’ve waited long enough.
I brought a flashlight just in case.
It was the most glorious shower I have ever had in my life.
If I had gotten violently ill from dirty water, it still would have been worth it.
But I didn’t get sick.
If I never see snow again, it will be too soon.
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