At first, we were champion survivors. We read by candlelight. We ate cheese sandwiches and blueberry muffins, drank bottled water and iced tea. We pretended we were the Ingalls. I even did my “Mary goes blind” imitation and everyone got a great laugh out of that.
That was the first night.
The second night we ran an extension cord to my neighbor across the street who luckily still had power. We lit a lamp, charged our phones and stared at each other. You know that Bugs Bunny episode where the two guys are stranded on a desert island and they start to see each other as hamburgers and hot dogs? We were seeing each other as television and Xbox consoles.
My second column at The Full Moxie: How Not to Survive a Hurricane Aftermath.
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