A Very Minor Inconvenience

I gotta tell ya, the last 24 have got me thinking to pack a survival box. You know, with wool blankets, water, matches, camping lights, batteries etc. We have all that stuff but it tends to be all spread out.

Electricity has been out in the North Valley for over 24 hours for some of us. No big deal really but it's interesting. The night before last we had hurricane strength winds. The City of Chico was in shambles yesterday morning. Lots of big trees fell--on cars, houses, fences. Streets were blocked and people had a difficult time getting their gasoline, Google, and caffeine fixes. We have hot water and although we have gas heat, it ignites with electricity so it's cold in the house and we are laying around reading in the comforters pulled off the beds. Most of the city has their electricity back now but even though everyone surrounding us is receiving juice, not us. At the moment Jerry, our granddaughter Lulu, and I are sitting in The Naked Lounge, our favorite downtown coffeehouse. Downtown Chico offers free Internet service and this is the best place to get warm sitting back on one of their couches drinking a Bowl of Soul (Chamomile tea with soy milk and a little honey, whipped into a frothy delight).

Anyway, being in the midst of our very minor inconvenience, and after reading The Road, by Cormac McCarthy, which I posted about here--a postapocalyptic tale of survival, oh I dunno, it just seems like a survival box wouldn't be a stupid thing to have handy.