It seems like every year Georgia has an ice storm. This year was no different. We woke up to the world of Narnia in our own back yard. As much havoc as ice can cause, I can think of fewer things more gorgeous then a 1/2 inch of ice glistening on a forest of trees. Ken and I had heard the power clicking on and off throughout the night, but at 8:00am it was final - No power.
I have to admit that Ken and I are getting pretty good at coping with ice storms. As soon as it was clear that the power outage was not short lived: in came the wet wood to dry by a roaring fire, out came the crankable powered radio, and every door was closed in the house. The children did their school work and forced us to read just about every library book we had checked out yesterday. Ken snoozed by the fire, and later reflected, "So this is what it feels like to be retired." We all took advantage of hot showers and had PBJs for lunch. With Ken's Eagle Scout fire always burning, the temperature in the room stayed a remarkable toasty 69 degrees. Thankfully, by 3:00 pm the power returned, as nights without power are a little more chilly.
Tonight, the last of the relatives' Christmas wrapping was completed. ALL of our shopping has been online, which has brought an unimaginable 15+ boxes of every shape and size into our house. To entertain themselves, (while Mom and Dad banned them from the green room to hear Iraqi election news in peace), the children began packing each other up. It was entertaining enough that the parents found themselves watching the children, more than the news.
There are days when being out of routine can be a good thing. Ice storms have been a powerful catalyst for bringing our family together. Everything always seems cozier on those days. And children have a way of adding an anticipation and excitement to the day.
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