Oliver and I walked up Prince St. last night to visit Ann and David, and then Gary. Ann and David are on Granville St., Gary is up and over a bit on Walthen Drive. Both of their houses were without power. The weird thing was that you only had to go a block in either direction (or, in Gary’s case, one house up the street) to find the power back on.
As it was after dark when we trekked from Ann and David’s to Gary’s, and the street lights were on (or not on), the experience of entering and exiting this little corridor of darkness was sort of like stepping back into time.
People inside the Loop of Darkness were hunkered down, throwing out food, talking about the hurricane, fraying at their ends. People outside the Loop were going about their normal business: eating, singing, laughing, watching television.
It’s horrible to be without power. Both because of the practical difficulties that result — cold showers, spoiled food — but also because it smashes us straight into an immovable wall over which we have little or no control.