So last week's wind storm... we lost power at our place around midnight Thursday. Our apartment's power is entirely electric so it was cold and dark. No hot water. No hot food. On Friday we found out we were just a drop in the bucket. Over a million people in the area were without power (and some still are). Trees and lines were down everywhere. Roads and businesses closed. Many tranformers had blown. We were lucky in that we have a friend whose parents live close by, and they had power, so we got a respite from the cold and had hot food and lights before we had to return to our very dark, very cold little apartment. We piled on the comforters and blankets (and cats) and awoke on Saturday to another dark day.
Headed out to the church about 9am to work on the Christmas art pieces, and were met by this felled 70' tree in the parking lot. Thankfully, it had fallen where it did no damage (rather than onto the houses next to it).
The church was still without electricity, so we worked by the pale light coming through the clouds and into the windows of the undercroft. We worked until the daylight started to disappear somewhere between 3 and 4 that afternoon.
We did finish the Christmas altarpiece though! (I'll post a photo of it installed after Christmas).
Even though it was cold and dark, the arts committee had a pretty good time. We laughed and created and relaxed into the comfort of a safe place and family.
Thankfully, the power was restored to our apartment later that day, then cable and internet access followed. On Sunday, power was back on at the church too, though Fr. John pointed out that we were never without power, just electricity. :) In fact, the whole experience brought another level to his sermon about Advent, being in darkness and waiting for the light.