Love, As Always, Pete

The Weekly Letters, by A. Pedersen Wood

October 11, 2013

Dear Everyone:

Tomorrow marks the 51st anniversary of what is still known as The Columbus Day Storm.  This was a meteorological fluke that basically turned northern California and the Willamette Valley into an enormous wind tunnel that toppled power poles, gigantic trees and church steeples alike, plunging the entire area into darkness for upwards of a week.

That’s right.  We were without electricity for one full week.

On the plus side:  No school.  This, of course, appealed mostly to us kids.  No hot water, which meant no baths.  Ditto.  And no school meant no homework.  Yeah!!!

On the delta side:  No TV.  For a whole week.

Instead, we read books, by candle light.  And by fire light, since we were blessed with multiple fireplaces to keep warm.

Imagine if that were to happen today.  No electricity for a week.

No TV.  No Internet.  No cell phones.  No Google, Facebook, Twitter, Wikipedia.  No Kindle, Nook, laptop, tablet.  They run for a while on battery, but we can’t recharge them.  Got candles?  Got “real” books?  Got something to do for a week?

Which brings me to the Emergency Supply Box (ESB).  I’ve had one for years.  And one of the things in it is a lowly pack of playing cards.

Quick!  What are the rules for playing Solitaire?  (Not the one on your computer.)  Poker?  Hearts?  Gin Rummy?  Go Fish?  No, you can’t look it up online.

A few weeks ago, the maintenance crew where I live got together with the landscaping crew and did some work on redirecting the rain water from the gutters into the storm drain system.  The original developers didn’t really concern themselves with 25-plus years of rain possibly damaging the foundations.  Now the rain goes into plastic piping that takes it under the patio fence and into the storm drains directly.  No more turning the patio into a small lake.

As part of this operation, someone had to (literally) jump over my patio fence to hook up the rain spout with the plastic piping.  In doing so, he moved the Emergency Supply Box (I gave them permission, of course.)  The Box is outside because, if the house collapses, or goes up in smoke, how will you get to the Box if it’s inside?

Once each month, my computer pops up with a reminder for me to check the ESB.  This is something we should do every month or so.  In the middle of a crisis is not the time to discover that the bottle of isopropyl alcohol (for sterilizing things) sprang a leak six months ago and emptied all over those clothes we tucked away.  And speaking of clothes, have we checked them recently?  Do they still fit?

This is when I discovered that the ESB had developed a large crack and a medium-size hole on the far side, the one against the fence, where I would never see it.  Probably happened when it was moved.  Nevertheless, it was time to replace the box.  Preferably before the next time it rained and water soaked everything.

So I went to the Big Orange Hardware Warehouse Store, looking for a good replacement ESB.  And actually found something that was originally intended to be an oversized toolbox, with wheels, no less.  If I have to move the ESB, because the house collapsed, or went up in smoke, at least I’ll be able to get it from Point A to Point B by myself.

In moving all the objects (first aid supplies, flashlights, batteries, crank-powered radio, safety pins, plastic tarp, clothesline, duct tape, etc., etc., etc.), I discovered a disturbing number of large, black spiders.  Actually, I disturbed the spiders, who didn’t like it one bit.  I can only hope they had just moved in through the aforementioned new hole in the side.  In the middle of a crisis is also not the time to discover lots of spiders.

The new ESB has much better closures.  And, amazingly, everything fit, due to the fact that the previous ESB, now occupying a position in the dumpster, was barely half-full.

When The Emergency hits, I’m sure I’ll find plenty of things I wish I’d thought of, but at least I’ll be able to play Solitaire and read “real” books for a week.  With the crank-powered flashlight.  Have we checked those batteries recently?

Love, as always,

 

Pete

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