Big storm in Seattle Sunday night, very windy. Our lights flickered several times, staying off a few seconds longer than usual. (This is my area of humble expertise, having worked for the city power dept. for 18 years, getting certified from Sears in electronic repair, and several college level electronic course under my Goodwill belt! Meaning: this was not the usual flicker.)
Over 7,000 customers of City Light were without power during the night. MY power stayed on thanks to a generator my new retirement home has. (I just found this out and of course it was on my list of things I wanted at any assisted living home, but I moved so fast and was so sick that, well, I forgot all about it.)
In an earlier post I discussed how I have always longed to "be safe;" yet, I never felt that way. I feel so safe here. Losing electricity had become a fear. My power chair (my legs!) needed to stay charged. My throne (my lift-char/bed) needed power or I would be trapped. I was trapped one winter outage, in the down position and sleep was not pleasurable. My MS will try to kill me in the heat, so my fans are on all year long---as needed. And transferring in the dark is dangerous.
My full comprehension of the fear that seniors had when they called me at work to report an outage, and called again an hour later to beg me to "flip the switch," (Yes, many think it is that simple.) was not completely realized until I became disabled and had thousands of dollars of medicine in my fridge that needed to stay cold. Food can spoil too and it is impossible for seniors/low income/disabled to just up and buy more food.
'Blow winds and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow!" -Shakespeare
I care not! For once in my life I am safe! -Diane
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Big storm in Seattle Sunday night, very windy. Our lights flickered several times, staying off a few seconds longer than usual. (This is my area of humble expertise, having worked for the city power dept. for 18 years, getting certified from Sears in electronic repair, and several college level electronic course under my Goodwill belt! Meaning: this was not the usual flicker.)
Over 7,000 customers of City Light were without power during the night. MY power stayed on thanks to a generator my new retirement home has. (I just found this out and of course it was on my list of things I wanted at any assisted living home, but I moved so fast and was so sick that, well, I forgot all about it.)
In an earlier post I discussed how I have always longed to "be safe;" yet, I never felt that way. I feel so safe here. Losing electricity had become a fear. My power chair (my legs!) needed to stay charged. My throne (my lift-char/bed) needed power or I would be trapped. I was trapped one winter outage, in the down position and sleep was not pleasurable. My MS will try to kill me in the heat, so my fans are on all year long---as needed. And transferring in the dark is dangerous.
My full comprehension of the fear that seniors had when they called me at work to report an outage, and called again an hour later to beg me to "flip the switch," (Yes, many think it is that simple.) was not completely realized until I became disabled and had thousands of dollars of medicine in my fridge that needed to stay cold. Food can spoil too and it is impossible for seniors/low income/disabled to just up and buy more food.
'Blow winds and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow!" -Shakespeare
I care not! For once in my life I am safe! -Diane
Big storm in Seattle Sunday night, very windy. Our lights flickered several times, staying off a few seconds longer than usual. (This is my area of humble expertise, having worked for the city power dept. for 18 years, getting certified from Sears in electronic repair, and several college level electronic course under my Goodwill belt! Meaning: this was not the usual flicker.)
Over 7,000 customers of City Light were without power during the night. MY power stayed on thanks to a generator my new retirement home has. (I just found this out and of course it was on my list of things I wanted at any assisted living home, but I moved so fast and was so sick that, well, I forgot all about it.)
In an earlier post I discussed how I have always longed to "be safe;" yet, I never felt that way. I feel so safe here. Losing electricity had become a fear. My power chair (my legs!) needed to stay charged. My throne (my lift-char/bed) needed power or I would be trapped. I was trapped one winter outage, in the down position and sleep was not pleasurable. My MS will try to kill me in the heat, so my fans are on all year long---as needed. And transferring in the dark is dangerous.
My full comprehension of the fear that seniors had when they called me at work to report an outage, and called again an hour later to beg me to "flip the switch," (Yes, many think it is that simple.) was not completely realized until I became disabled and had thousands of dollars of medicine in my fridge that needed to stay cold. Food can spoil too and it is impossible for seniors/low income/disabled to just up and buy more food.
'Blow winds and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow!" -Shakespeare
I care not! For once in my life I am safe! -Diane
Big storm in Seattle Sunday night, very windy. Our lights flickered several times, staying off a few seconds longer than usual. (This is my area of humble expertise, having worked for the city power dept. for 18 years, getting certified from Sears in electronic repair, and several college level electronic course under my Goodwill belt! Meaning: this was not the usual flicker.)
Over 7,000 customers of City Light were without power during the night. MY power stayed on thanks to a generator my new retirement home has. (I just found this out and of course it was on my list of things I wanted at any assisted living home, but I moved so fast and was so sick that, well, I forgot all about it.)
In an earlier post I discussed how I have always longed to "be safe;" yet, I never felt that way. I feel so safe here. Losing electricity had become a fear. My power chair (my legs!) needed to stay charged. My throne (my lift-char/bed) needed power or I would be trapped. I was trapped one winter outage, in the down position and sleep was not pleasurable. My MS will try to kill me in the heat, so my fans are on all year long---as needed. And transferring in the dark is dangerous.
My full comprehension of the fear that seniors had when they called me at work to report an outage, and called again an hour later to beg me to "flip the switch," (Yes, many think it is that simple.) was not completely realized until I became disabled and had thousands of dollars of medicine in my fridge that needed to stay cold. Food can spoil too and it is impossible for seniors/low income/disabled to just up and buy more food.
'Blow winds and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow!" -Shakespeare
I care not! For once in my life I am safe! -Diane
Big storm in Seattle Sunday night, very windy. Our lights flickered several times, staying off a few seconds longer than usual. (This is my area of humble expertise, having worked for the city power dept. for 18 years, getting certified from Sears in electronic repair, and several college level electronic course under my Goodwill belt! Meaning: this was not the usual flicker.)
Over 7,000 customers of City Light were without power during the night. MY power stayed on thanks to a generator my new retirement home has. (I just found this out and of course it was on my list of things I wanted at any assisted living home, but I moved so fast and was so sick that, well, I forgot all about it.)
In an earlier post I discussed how I have always longed to "be safe;" yet, I never felt that way. I feel so safe here. Losing electricity had become a fear. My power chair (my legs!) needed to stay charged. My throne (my lift-char/bed) needed power or I would be trapped. I was trapped one winter outage, in the down position and sleep was not pleasurable. My MS will try to kill me in the heat, so my fans are on all year long---as needed. And transferring in the dark is dangerous.
My full comprehension of the fear that seniors had when they called me at work to report an outage, and called again an hour later to beg me to "flip the switch," (Yes, many think it is that simple.) was not completely realized until I became disabled and had thousands of dollars of medicine in my fridge that needed to stay cold. Food can spoil too and it is impossible for seniors/low income/disabled to just up and buy more food.
'Blow winds and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow!" -Shakespeare
I care not! For once in my life I am safe! -Diane
Big storm in Seattle Sunday night, very windy. Our lights flickered several times, staying off a few seconds longer than usual. (This is my area of humble expertise, having worked for the city power dept. for 18 years, getting certified from Sears in electronic repair, and several college level electronic course under my Goodwill belt! Meaning: this was not the usual flicker.)
Over 7,000 customers of City Light were without power during the night. MY power stayed on thanks to a generator my new retirement home has. (I just found this out and of course it was on my list of things I wanted at any assisted living home, but I moved so fast and was so sick that, well, I forgot all about it.)
In an earlier post I discussed how I have always longed to "be safe;" yet, I never felt that way. I feel so safe here. Losing electricity had become a fear. My power chair (my legs!) needed to stay charged. My throne (my lift-char/bed) needed power or I would be trapped. I was trapped one winter outage, in the down position and sleep was not pleasurable. My MS will try to kill me in the heat, so my fans are on all year long---as needed. And transferring in the dark is dangerous.
My full comprehension of the fear that seniors had when they called me at work to report an outage, and called again an hour later to beg me to "flip the switch," (Yes, many think it is that simple.) was not completely realized until I became disabled and had thousands of dollars of medicine in my fridge that needed to stay cold. Food can spoil too and it is impossible for seniors/low income/disabled to just up and buy more food.
'Blow winds and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow!" -Shakespeare
I care not! For once in my life I am safe! -Diane
Big storm in Seattle Sunday night, very windy. Our lights flickered several times, staying off a few seconds longer than usual. (This is my area of humble expertise, having worked for the city power dept. for 18 years, getting certified from Sears in electronic repair, and several college level electronic course under my Goodwill belt! Meaning: this was not the usual flicker.)
Over 7,000 customers of City Light were without power during the night. MY power stayed on thanks to a generator my new retirement home has. (I just found this out and of course it was on my list of things I wanted at any assisted living home, but I moved so fast and was so sick that, well, I forgot all about it.)
In an earlier post I discussed how I have always longed to "be safe;" yet, I never felt that way. I feel so safe here. Losing electricity had become a fear. My power chair (my legs!) needed to stay charged. My throne (my lift-char/bed) needed power or I would be trapped. I was trapped one winter outage, in the down position and sleep was not pleasurable. My MS will try to kill me in the heat, so my fans are on all year long---as needed. And transferring in the dark is dangerous.
My full comprehension of the fear that seniors had when they called me at work to report an outage, and called again an hour later to beg me to "flip the switch," (Yes, many think it is that simple.) was not completely realized until I became disabled and had thousands of dollars of medicine in my fridge that needed to stay cold. Food can spoil too and it is impossible for seniors/low income/disabled to just up and buy more food.
'Blow winds and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow!" -Shakespeare
I care not! For once in my life I am safe! -Diane
Big storm in Seattle Sunday night, very windy. Our lights flickered several times, staying off a few seconds longer than usual. (This is my area of humble expertise, having worked for the city power dept. for 18 years, getting certified from Sears in electronic repair, and several college level electronic course under my Goodwill belt! Meaning: this was not the usual flicker.)
Over 7,000 customers of City Light were without power during the night. MY power stayed on thanks to a generator my new retirement home has. (I just found this out and of course it was on my list of things I wanted at any assisted living home, but I moved so fast and was so sick that, well, I forgot all about it.)
In an earlier post I discussed how I have always longed to "be safe;" yet, I never felt that way. I feel so safe here. Losing electricity had become a fear. My power chair (my legs!) needed to stay charged. My throne (my lift-char/bed) needed power or I would be trapped. I was trapped one winter outage, in the down position and sleep was not pleasurable. My MS will try to kill me in the heat, so my fans are on all year long---as needed. And transferring in the dark is dangerous.
My full comprehension of the fear that seniors had when they called me at work to report an outage, and called again an hour later to beg me to "flip the switch," (Yes, many think it is that simple.) was not completely realized until I became disabled and had thousands of dollars of medicine in my fridge that needed to stay cold. Food can spoil too and it is impossible for seniors/low income/disabled to just up and buy more food.
'Blow winds and crack your cheeks! Rage, blow!" -Shakespeare
I care not! For once in my life I am safe! -Diane
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