Friday, September 26, 2008
Yesterday, on day 13 of the power outage, having seen no activity in our neighborhood to clear the tree debris or restore power up to that point, it felt pretty good to come home to trucks lining the main street all the way down.
It felt like hope. They were going to do it. They were putting a lot of manpower into it, not just a token crew or two.
Sadly, it did not happen that night. The houses on the other side of the street got their electricity, but not our side. There were poles that needed to be fixed. It would take another day.
Ok, we can go another day. An even fortnight. Get a little more use out of the generator.
Today, we came home and watched them work on the poles. Then we watched trucks exit the neighborhood. It looked like it wasn't going to be tonight, either. But it was closer. I had Bach Choir rehearsal.
When I came home, we had power. And internet service. What a relief! There's another section of our block where the poles are even worse off, and it will be another day or more for them. At least we can lend somebody a generator.