New England was hammered by a freak snowstorm last week. Connecticut was particularly hard-hit. Very wet, very heavy snow weighed down tree branches, snapped them, damaged houses, cut off whole areas from emergency services, and knocked out power. Intense, ferocious anger at seemingly unprepared Connecticut Light and Power, which at least gave the impression of being way too laid back about the whole situation. Ninety percent of Woodbury households lost power, many until this weekend. We were among the lucky 10 percent. M and B, not so fortunate, came to stay, and we had what for me, at least, was a rolling party all week, which included lots of good cooking by them.
Today, we’re having a more formal do. Not actually formal, mind you. Just formal in the sense that it was, you know, planned.
I’ve put the remaining snow to good use. Will will not be toasting the CL&P.
2 comments:
I don't know...
You guys have only just had the hurricane (the flood surge stopped *just* short of my niece's house in Milford CT) and now you can't cope with snow either...
It wasn't like that in George III's day. Perhaps we should re-colonise and sort things out for you?
Have a good party.
:-)
True, Alan, we're having polito/techno/econo/meteorologico disasters over here, but I note similar circumstances on your side of the pond, along with some alarming slipping of the stiff upper lip. And those Greeks and Romans! Declines and Falls everywhere. So I think we'll just slug it out with our own regulated monopoly, thanks. (Heads will certainly roll, however. Which makes me think of ... France.)
It was a good party!
Been thinking of you. Hope all goes well.
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