On February 1, 2009, a winter storm rolled in. Not 3-4 inches of snow that is typical when you hear the phrase "strong winter storm" in Kentucky, but rather an ice storm. I was super excited; while the rest of the state bought bread and milk from the grocery, I was watching the thermometer and waiting for precipitation. Precipitate it did, and the next morning the whole world was an ice kingdom. It was awe-inspiring; no school, no electricity, eating fried chicken from the Dodger Store, and sparkling ice covering everything. My dad and I drove (4 wheel drive of course) around the country side, taking in the scenery. It had also snowed some before the storm, causing the rolling fields to look like piles of mashed potatoes. The flocks of blackbirds were everywhere, and when they scattered across a mashed potato field, they looked like sprinkled black pepper.
Back at the house we tried to get a kerosene heater running to no prevail, so our house got down to 58 degrees in the 2 days before power came back on. I love not having electricity. I always feel like my family is much closer in these times of darkness, and it makes snuggling with other humans necessary in the night. There is just something about a silent house, the only noises coming from flickering candles and creaking limbs outside. Even the moments of terror when going upstairs alone to the black abyss are welcomed.
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