The scars are still there from our loss of power experience mid-August. With the slightest windiest in the large oaks in the back garden, I have a flashback on how to actually start the generator and provide for the family. I think I’ve forgotten it already!
My Isaias PTSD sets in when I imagine another power outage with teenagers in the house as the frantically attempts to access TikTok or other shitty applications their generation uses to share tide pod adventures.
52 hours off the grid. Despite the teenage tantrums, it was actually great!
Our power was restored 52 hours after lost our power, and were hammered back to the Viking age. Some neighbors in our community did not regain power until 7-9 days after Isaias left.
52 hours? It seems so surreal to think that a measly 52 hours can have a longlasting impact, and it feels like an eternity when we are living through Dante’s Inferno, exploring the origins of evil. We came face-to-face teenage evil when the internet signal dropped.
Thanks to my amazing Viking survival skills, I managed to get the generator going and got the essential components of modern living powered; our water/sewer pumps, the fridge/freezer, and my Traeger grill. Meat, beer, and BBQ were saved – you cannot falter my priorities.
Traeger + cold beer + awesome meat = good life
It’s frightening to see how much we depend on electricity and the big corporations who deliver it. I really want to be off the grid with solar power, but it is so expensive to buy and get installed.
Yes, you can sign up for all kinds of solar schemes. Unfortunately, none of them take you off the grid. You are still in contract with a vendor, and pay them for a service that would be free if you had your own panels. The cost savings simply aren’t there yet.
It was actually nice spending quality time with kids without iPhone and TV distractions.
Despite living in darkness and by the mercy of the only family flashlight, we had fun and enjoyed the deafening silence that surrounded us. In the evenings, when the generator was turned off, it was magical to lie in total darkness and listen to all the wildlife.
The normal humming from all the houses, electrical wires, appliances, etc. is like a constant headache. Add a little bit of COVID-19 travel restrictions, no flights, and limited traffic, then it truly becomes a quiet void of darkness.
As soon as the first lightbulb flickered back to life, the emend celebration from the three kids was spectacular. They had this weird Fortnite dance routine, a few interest jumps, and some yelps that reminded me of rare mountain goats calling for help.
The impatiently waited and stared at the internet router, waiting for the 4 blue lights to come on, and then see the bars on their portable devices.
Once the bars arrived, the kids were gone again. Back to their old habits. They completely forgot about the past 52 hours, and started screaming at their games, missed daily bonuses, and laughing at strange TikTok videos.
We survived and tried a glimpse of what Mad Max endured. Our efforts were more valiant than his. We have three kids. He only has an old car and was armed.
Our family stuck together. We won! We learned to cook family dinner on a small gas fire.