Old ice box (Photo credit: Omar Omar)
Although my cell is dead, my daughter finally reached me on the landline yesterday. The boys were concerned and can’t get through, she said. She cannot tell me she is concerned, but I know she is. The electricity resumed yesterday, but blinked off again last night causing all the clocks to go haywire..again. The only clock that keeps time is the wind up wall clock.
We are without AC for the fourth day, but mercifully, the temps have dropped into the mid-nineties. We could not reach the AC shop by phone, so David drove over to the office that handles our heating/cooling system. Dorita, the lady at the desk assured him someone would be out today. David reminded her we had a service contract and they inspected the AC in May. The proprietor just called and told me he was stopping by to check out the system himself as he had no technical people available this morning, and we were a ‘medical’ case. People are so kind. Also, we have dealt with the same company for donkey’s years.
David purchased a bag of ice from the 7-11 which was still dark, but some guy was handing out ice in front of the store. I put part of the ice in the refrigerator to keep the milk and other stuff cool until the electricity came on, and we put the rest in a styrofoam box. Just like the “ice box” I had at UNC, says David who lived in student quarters in the 1950s. I remember granddad’s ice box too. Big blocks of ice packed in straw and delivered from a horse-drawn wagon.
Today the ice has melted a bit and David has been dipping a towel in the ice water and laying it over Peaches (our 17-year old dog) who has been panting and having much difficulty with the heat. She apparently likes it as she fell asleep under the cold wet towel. That’s what the hospital did when I had a temperature of 105, he says.
I threw out much of the food in the freezer as it had thawed and frozen again, and I would rather err on the side of caution than not. The food in the refrigerator is okay, including the salmon, which I intend to poach in the toaster oven for our noon meal. I felt guilty sending David to the store, except that he has air conditioning in the car and air conditioning in the store too. I need white cooking wine for the poached salmon. We also have a bag of green beans I intend to cook as a side dish.
Life continues in our little community as folks around us dig out and remove the spent trees and other debris. Our only damage is part of our porch roof blown away. David says he’s going to fix it, but I think not. I am going to ask my daughter if her husband can come over and replace the missing piece of roof. We have an extra panel lying next to the house which serves as a wild rabbit run at present, but could become a roof replacement.