Winter. Philly, on ice. Shaken, not stirred. No fun being iced over and left without power. But I'm finally here. Yes! Haven't had time, or the Internet, to look at the photos I took amidst the ice. But I do have some observations. And I also have some photos I took of the winter calm, PRIOR to the storm. Before the branches fell and wreaked havoc. (FYI, none of these photos are black/white...on purpose).
1. 30 hours without electricity or heat. I was not designed for roughing it (no one I know is surprised by this observation). May name is Kathy, and I am no Laura Ingalls. Truth is, we are lucky. There are still hundreds of thousands without power here in the Philly area. I am grateful to the caravans of power trucks that have mobilized from other states to help out our local linemen get us back up and running.
"Beauty before the Beast"
2. Why is it that going outside right now to 50 degree temps would be delightful, yet trying to sleep indoors in the same temperature feels sooooo much colder?!?!? Thermal shirt, hooded sweatshirt, sweat pants, socks, five blankets later...I was STILL freezing and couldn't believe I could not see my breath when I exhaled. Yes, I tested out the theory multiple times.
"Flown the Coop"
3. Heat can not be overrated. Television and Internet can.
"I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends"
4. Eavesdropping is a great form of entertainment when you have no television, especially when it involves IHOP wisdom. After venturing out to get a meal which involved a 40 minute circuitous route (normally a 5 minute drive) due to fallen trees and power lines...Thing #3 and I finally found an IHOP open. The topic of conversation in the booth behind us? "Would you rather be stabbed or kidnapped?" Personally? I just want my heat back on. So I would answer "Kidnapped" if it involved taking me to a warmer place.
5. The cream always rises to the top, even amongst Philadelphians. We ARE the city of Brotherly Love after all. I was continually amazed by the pleasant attitudes, willingness to help, and the good nature of everyone I encountered. Except possibly for the couple sitting in the "stabbed vs. kidnapped" booth. The lady who preferred to be "stabbed" complained to the waiter about her eggs not being hot enough. I would venture the waiter wished her to be "kidnapped". Immediately.
Glad I'm back. I apologize to those who I normally link up to, that I had to miss joining in this week. Barring any more ice storms, I'll be back at it next week.
Here's where I'm linking up today ..."The Party's On"
Please join me on Sundays for Song-ography.
This week's song title is the Danielle Bradbury's "My Day".