Power Down ...
May. 28th, 2011 01:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
texchanHad no power for several hours last night, due to the thunderstorms that moved through our area. Still, I feel lucky that the power came back on around the time we decided to head to bed. And we had no wind or rain damage. It could have been so, so much worse than something that amounted to a minor inconvenience.
It's funny, though, how the house seems incredibly quiet when the power goes out. It's almost like the building is a living thing ... then the power cuts off and living stops. I never notice it, but there is a sort of constant background hum through the house when there is power. And that is replaced by a complete and utter stillness when the electricity goes off. Weird, although not in a creepy or unpleasant way. It's also funny how much having electricity is second nature to me. It's something I don't even think about -- to the point where I'll flip on the light when I walk into a room, even when I know the power is out. Silly of me, and it always makes me laugh a bit. I do know, though, that I was not cut out to be a pioneer. I would miss my modern-day conveniences too much. Yeah. I'm soft.
It seems like most of the electronic equipment is OK. Our power blinked around a bit before finally cutting off last night, and I was worried about the computers and TV. I managed to get the TV off in between flickers. And the computers are hooked up to really good-quality surge protector/battery backup units. So I shut my Big Mac down once the power was out completely. Sadly, it seems our backup HD wasn't properly hooked into the battery, and it might be fried. I suppose it's much better to lose the backup of all my files than the files themselves. Even so, it makes me nervous. Gives me the urge to run around, backing stuff up like mad or something. I worry most about my photos. I take a lot of pictures, and I'm totally digital, camera-wise. If I lose those pictures, they are just gone. There's no way to recreate them. Most of the other stuff I have saved on either of my HDs could be remade, if I had to.
I have blue ink all over my hand. I can't figure out where that came from. Weird.
And I guess that's it. Really no point to this journal entry. I just kind of felt like typing, and writing is still ... well, not happening for me.
It's funny, though, how the house seems incredibly quiet when the power goes out. It's almost like the building is a living thing ... then the power cuts off and living stops. I never notice it, but there is a sort of constant background hum through the house when there is power. And that is replaced by a complete and utter stillness when the electricity goes off. Weird, although not in a creepy or unpleasant way. It's also funny how much having electricity is second nature to me. It's something I don't even think about -- to the point where I'll flip on the light when I walk into a room, even when I know the power is out. Silly of me, and it always makes me laugh a bit. I do know, though, that I was not cut out to be a pioneer. I would miss my modern-day conveniences too much. Yeah. I'm soft.
It seems like most of the electronic equipment is OK. Our power blinked around a bit before finally cutting off last night, and I was worried about the computers and TV. I managed to get the TV off in between flickers. And the computers are hooked up to really good-quality surge protector/battery backup units. So I shut my Big Mac down once the power was out completely. Sadly, it seems our backup HD wasn't properly hooked into the battery, and it might be fried. I suppose it's much better to lose the backup of all my files than the files themselves. Even so, it makes me nervous. Gives me the urge to run around, backing stuff up like mad or something. I worry most about my photos. I take a lot of pictures, and I'm totally digital, camera-wise. If I lose those pictures, they are just gone. There's no way to recreate them. Most of the other stuff I have saved on either of my HDs could be remade, if I had to.
I have blue ink all over my hand. I can't figure out where that came from. Weird.
And I guess that's it. Really no point to this journal entry. I just kind of felt like typing, and writing is still ... well, not happening for me.