Ice Storm

Big ice/freezing rain storm last night. Governor Lynch has declared a state of emergency.
I woke up with the thought of how lucky my family must be to actually have the D.O.M. living with them. I’m so glad to bring them so much comfort. I’m sure Superman’s family feels as they do. Anyway, I woke up and sprang into action. I packed my mouth with chocolate chip cookies (for energy) and headed out, into the madness, to get the generator and check on my hens. All my birch trees were bent over with the weight of the ice, the chickens greeted me like a returning war hero or some kind of drunken Viking looking for love. I grabbed the generator and dragged it across the yard to the side of the house. Then I went down to the basement and powered up the boiler and back fed the electric panel through the outlet on the boiler. So I got heat and a couple of lights to work that way. I couldn’t get the coffee maker going and I needed gas for the generator, so I needed to venture out and score. I felt kind of like Mad Max. I have no problem taking lives. I need gas and I need coffee and I WILL stab somebody. I need food too, it’s been a half an hour and the cookies have worn off. They say 300,000 homes are out of power, so when I hop in the truck I have no idea what craziness I’m going to encounter. Now I feel more like the Omega Man. I’m driving down the road and nothing is open, no people anywhere, except the un-dead (?) Eventually I found a Stop and Shop that was open. It even had a gas station. I filled up my gas cans (just like Mel Gibson) and went into the market. I really had no idea what I wanted (Mrs. D.O.M. went shopping yesterday, and when I called her from the store she said she didn’t need anything). While trying to find the bakery, I grabbed two big “things” of water, a pack of pre-sliced pepperoni, cream cheese, a box of Sponge Bob Band-Aids (impulse buy) and some stuff to fix my eye (I got something in it the day before). I found the bakery and got two huge coffees and a half dozen muffins. At the checkout line, the guy in front of me had like 50 cans of soup, tons of bread, water and all kinds of stuff one would buy in a situation like this. I looked at my stuff and felt kind of like a mental patient. My tune changed when I got out into the truck and started eating my sugar coated lemon poppy muffin. I thought to myself, “My family doesn’t need to know about the muffins.” I get home with the bounty and find Vicki buried under blankets on the couch. She didn’t budge from there until the power came back on, around 3pm. It’s not her fault, it must be some instinctual defense mechanism. Curl up in a ball, cover yourself with blankets and shout orders and complaints at the top of your lungs until the danger is gone. She actually made the girls put gloves on, in the house. It was 66 degrees and rising. Well, power is back on, for the moment anyway. Vick is happy. Kids are quiet. So all is well at World Manliness Headquarters.