Another Sunday without power

I had started to update this blog on Saturday evening as the very large wet snowflakes you can see here looking across to my summer neighbour’s place were beginning to fall but…. unfortunately the power went out. That was about 6 p.m. and we didn’t get our power restored until sometime in the night on Sunday about 28 hrs later. I wasn’t impressed with a second Sunday in a row where I couldn’t get caught up on the domestic duties for the week ahead. Everyone around us had power by 8 a.m. on Saturday so that made me even more ticked off. Good thing I had today off for the Remembrance Day holiday to get the chores done.

The wet snow combined with a bit of wind played havoc with the trees and thus wires. It’s hard to see in this shot of the old place but there are three large limbs which have snapped off and two wires which are likely cable and/or telephone that are pulled right off from the house and laying almost on the ground. We got at least 3 or 4 inches (maybe more it packed down quickly) of heavy wet white stuff and it made driving treacherous. There weren’t any plows on the road until middle of the night as they weren’t ready to go yet for the season.

The shore captain had three boats in to unload ahead of the wind and so climbed on the forklift at the wharf at 6:00 a.m. and off at 6:30 p.m. only to head to CSI with a load of fish on the ton truck. On the return trip he elected not to detour back to the plant to pick up his 4-wheel drive (big mistake) as the visibility and road conditions were terrible and thus couldn’t make it up the hill about 5 km from home as he had no weight on. He was on his fourth unsuccessful attempt when he was rescued by a local Good Samaritan more commonly known by his nickname Mountain Man who told him to park his truck and delivered him safely home at 8:45 p.m. for a candlelit supper which thankfully was still holding the heat in the oven. Sunday was the very low-key day minus power with books to read and another candlelit repast. You’d think we were romantics at this rate.

I did get a chance to pretty much finish rooting through the attic at the old place and found some ceramic Easter eggs I’d made for the kids years ago and some reference books himself was quite pleased with. This was the reward for braving the cobwebs and dragging the bags of antique magazines to the garbage bin. Only two more weekends to go for this part of the routine. The oil tank is to be installed this week and yes the installer assures my other half that he is certified and insured and supposedly is producing his documents to the realtor. Meanwhile Dept of Environment and Labour have left me a message saying that there are only two certified installers listed and he isn’t one of them – as if I can’t read the website, what do you suppose I phoned to check for? My nerves.

I’m off to the district facility tomorrow for what promises to be an activity packed day of meetings, orientation sessions and catching up. I’m in the office on Wednesday and then off to the city for two days of meetings on Thursday and Friday. This weekend will be an active one for the social life with a show by Ron James (comedian) on Saturday and a trip to the city to see Jesse Cooke (classical guitarist) in concert on Sunday. If time permits there is talk of taking in the NS Designer Crafts Show, which is a juried show of carvings, furniture, etc. Lots of articles the shore captain could make if…he didn’t bother to include eating and sleeping in his schedule.