The whoosh of the wind and the obnoxious pulsing of generators are swirling outside my window, but inside we are warm and—perhaps more importantly—dry! And (lucky people that we are!) one of the generators is ours!
When we realized the power wasn't going to come back on any time soon, Andrew went on a quest for a generator and managed to pick up the very last one at ACE Hardware (Lowe's was out, Home Depot was out), so our situation is looking up! The contents of our fridge will survive and we've been enjoying not being completely dependent on flashlights and candles (and getting to use the internet and our computers a little bit (though I do think we should turn off the generator soon because that thing is so loud and I'm worried all the neighbours will hate us (and I'm a little sensitive to noise)).
Hurricane Zeta blew in with all her fury at around 4:00 in the morning. Andrew was still awake because he was doing a guest lecture at The University of Turku, in Finland. They've already ended daylight savings and we don't end our daylight savings until this weekend (right?), so there was a little mix-up about the time class actually began. The good news is that Andrew was definitely on time—in fact, he was an hour early! The bad new was that it meant he needed to stay up an hour later than he originally thought he would have to stay up. But it was fine.
He did his guest lecture and then inspected the house to make sure everything was ship shape and Bristol fashion. The trench we'd dug out along the side of the house seemed to be doing its job nicely, not that it mattered much because Zeta brought along more wind than rain (while Delta was wet, wet, wet).
Here, again, is the chart of the rain we got with Hurricane Delta:
Andrew eventually crawled into bed—Alexander's bed, to be exact, not ours, because Alexander was "having a weird night" (that's what he calls it when he has trouble sleeping), and so was sleeping with me and even though we have a king-size bed Alexander was evidently very unimpressed that Andrew dared to join us. He was kicking him and saying, "Go away, Daddy!" So Andrew left. Because he didn't want to fight with a three-year-old; he just wanted sleep.
Rachel was up when the power went out around 5:30 this morning.
The wind was howling and all around us every surface was being hammered by acorns, twigs, and tree branches. The cat was yowling, so Rachel got up to comfort her. And that's when the power went out.
So Rachel woke up Miriam and then together they got the cat settled and then, in the pitch blackness of the basement, they crawled into bed together, to keep company against the dark. Rachel has a little battery-powered reading lamp that Miriam wanted nearby because she still doesn't like sleeping in absolute darkness. Rachel couldn't sleep, herself, so she read beside Miriam (so Miriam could be comforted by Rachel's light) until she fell asleep with the book on her face.
In Miriam's defense, she never would have been awake to be worried about being in the dark if Rachel hadn't have woken her up to tell her that the power had gone out!
We got up in the morning and did some of our schoolwork, and then went outside to clean up the yard a bit. It was liberally dressed with leaves and branches, but no real damage was done. Here's some of our morning work...
Alexander drew pictures while we read a few chapters from The Little Prince and did our writing responses.
Andrew was still rather exhausted when he woke up this morning. He'd stayed up half the night, had slept in Alexander's bed (which is much less comfy than our bed (sorry, Alexander, but it's the truth)), and then woke up to the kids squabbling in the morning.
He went back to bed around 9:30 in the morning and didn't communicate his waking-up wishes, so I just let him sleep. That poor man has been working nonstop the past eight months so I figured the longer he napped the better.
But also, Alexander had had a "weird night." He kept me up the bulk of the night, fussing about the storm. I mean, obviously, he was suffering from lack of sleep, too, because he doesn't usually fall asleep in the middle of game night! Anyway, around 2:00 in the afternoon, I decided that I probably needed a nap, too. Zoë and Benjamin had finished all their schoolwork and were playing nicely together with Alexander (the novelty of his birthday toys hasn't yet worn off). Miriam and Rachel were both diligently working on their math.
I sneaked upstairs and gently climbed into bed beside Andrew.
About fifteen minutes later he sprang out of bed and shouted, "Holy cow! What? What? It's 2:30!?!" And then, noticing that I was trying to sleep, fled from the bedroom as quietly as possible.
He'd meant to sleep for an hour (so he could watch a student's practice presentation, though how he intended to do that without internet or electricity, I don't really know). He kept dreaming, however, that he would wake up and check the clock and it would always say 10:00 or so, so he'd think to himself, "I can sleep for a half hour longer!"
And then when he woke up and realized I was also in bed he suddenly wondered if he'd slept clear through the entire day and night and (noticing the light filtering through the curtains) into Friday morning. So he was very confused when he woke up and had to fumble to find his phone to check the time because, of course, the alarm clock wasn't working.
It was pretty funny.
Anyway, he went downstairs and I took my nap and the children miraculously played nicely together the entire time.