Oh dear, it’s winter again.
So what do we do when a storm rolls through two days after Christmas with winds gusting 60-70 mph, leaving 3.5 inches of ice in it’s wake, knocking out all of the electrical sub-stations in our area, and leveling utility poles for miles?
Refugee out, because we knew it was going to be an uphill climb back to normal. Eight days without power if you’re counting… and I was.
We stuck it out at home for three days, and are old pros at making our coffee and meals in the fireplace. But our water is supplied by a well – no electricity, no water – and we haven’t gotten around to adding a solar system to power the pump, so water soon became the real issue.
When it got to the point that we’d used up the emergency non-potable water, and found ourselves gazing longingly at the water troughs the donkeys use (and the occasional silly rabbit that quickly becomes a dead silly rabbit)… well, it was time to think about 4-wheeling out in search of more civilized living conditions.
We did our best Grapes of Wrath imitation and loaded up clothing, bedding, incidentals, and all three dogs. First stop was the vet’s office, and after some undignified begging – we weren’t the only homeless family that week – Big Jack, bigger Tank, and lil’ sister Tilly had a new home for the duration.
Then it was off to the hotel for us – land of temperature controlled rooms, running water, lights, and free breakfasts. Best of all? A flat screen television and an outlet to plug my sewing machine into.
You didn’t think that I’d leave my sewing machine at home, did you? Did you, really?
Lots of cable channels to choose from, a generous block of time spent in my “sewing area” after work, but before the cocktail hour, and a pile of books received as Christmas gifts to help fill in the blank spots. All in all, a fairly sweet deal.
There was also enough time to wander the halls in the hotel, snapping random phone pictures of the room numbers.
So… can you identify the international chain that we parked our big-old-fat-ones in?
One of my sisters also chipped in with some interim entertainment (I forgot to mention the free WiFi). Louise had been rummaging through a cousin’s keepsake bin/box/trashcan, and turned up a treasure in the process.
A birth announcement for a 10# boy, born 5 May 1910, son of James Garfield Saucier (with a big assist from Ida Louise (Hoffmann) Saucier). The postcard was addressed to Arthur Glauser, care of Judge Glauser. Arthur was the husband of Julia (Hoffmann) Glauser, Ida’s older sister. I haven’t been able to ferret out any information on Judge Glauser, but my bet would be that he was Arthur’s pappy.