Extreme knitting, sleep injuries, and the almost-perfect storm

So, last week I’m doing extreme knitting, with three midweight-to-bulky yarns and #8 needles, because I want a really dense fabric. This is hard on your hands, and mine get really sore. I stop and take it easy for a few days and they’re getting better, which makes me happy.

A major storm shows up—82 and 100 mph winds, and the massive 50’+ cedars behind me are waving around like wheat stalks in a thunderstorm. I’ve never seen wind like this outside a tornado. Power’s going out all over the county (all over the Sound) and, where my initial problem was getting Internet access so I could work, it soon becomes a no-power-at-all problem, which obviates the work bit.

Nighttime comes, still no power, and it’s cold in my house. I’m already cold when I go to bed, and curl up in a fetal ball inside a jacket, gloves, and hat, and under three blankets. Evidently, I twist the already-sore tendons in my right hand exactly wrong and get a sleep injury that feels like railroad spikes through my hand and wrist, and the pain awakens me. Keeps me up most of the night, too. Doc splints it next day, but it’s not a huge help, and I’ve still no power, and he makes smart-mouth comments about my talent for disaster (“Your life is just one cartwheel of excitement after another!” is how one of the kids at work puts it) . Can’t use the phones; they’re all cordless. Cell battery quickly dies. Trees are down across major thoroughfares (four lanes and more), power lines look like a spilled package of Red Vines, people’s roofs, decks, and carports have sailed away northwards. . . it’s ugly. And cold. Did I say cold?

I go buy a propane space heater (“SAFE FOR INDOOR USE!”) and question Hardware Sales closely about that claim, and the guy swears it really is. I purchase a $10 phone that tethers you to the wall (so-o-o retro), but doesn’t need electricity to work. This is, I figure, my generous contribution to The Good Life in Puget Sound, since it should guarantee that my and everyone else’s power is on permanently.

It doesn’t. Still dark, still cold.

However, it does give me access to the outside world (read: snaotheus knows more about my situation than I do at this point), and I’ve scarfed up enough ibuprofen that I should be able to smash a pumpkin with my head and not notice it. (I do not, however, try.) The heater’s inside instructions, which you can’t see until you’ve paid for the heater, clearly say, “For use in RVs and (read: drafty places) . . . with at least 3″x3″ vent.” They LIED. But you can at least stand over it and get warm. So I survive the night yet again.

But Friday a.m., still no power, and we’re all getting torqued now. The creatures are testy and Tawie lurks around every available corner, taking advantage of poor Tiramisu’s docility to pounce on him, though he’s twice her size, and Blue has taken to watching them closely so she can break up incipient cat fights. I call Crazy Mike’s and explain that I’m sorry, but I can’t get the DVDs back in time because I can’t get into the DVD player, which apparently has no paper-clip fail-safe hole. The pilot has blown out on the water heater and I, with bad wrist, cannot light it, nor can Rob. Feeling like Major Wuss, or at least Colonel Helpless, I call the gas company and plead for mercy, which aid they promise to send. I go take a shower at a friend’s and we go to lunch, which, I might note, I must eat left handedly, and therefore very awkwardly, and leave Rob here to await the gas dude. (Actually, he drives me to the friend’s and comes back, since I can’t shift with my right hand.)

When I arrive home and walk in the door, I notice something different. A frown puckers my heretofore seamless brow. Hmmm.

“Hey!” I whoop, while creatures leap about my feet, “it’s warm in here!”

After three days sans power, I can’t be blamed for not recognizing the signs of civilization. The ordeal has ended, and thank God for electricity and line workers.

Oh, and another storm is due this weekend. Tra-la, tra-lee!

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Oh but I miss the Pacific Northwest and long to return, even with snow storms. Do not miss the ice storms!! Was raised around Mt. Hood so their not unusual. Here in So. Dak. the snow goes sideways, straight up and every direction in between. I’m sitting here looking at the -6 on the outside thermometer and glad I’m inside. Thank you for the pictures, they are beautiful.
When we were in Portland we always used a kerosene heater to help in power outages and do her too. Never had a problem using them indoors and they keep/kept us quite warm and I don’t think I’ve suffocated yet. My DH says I never notice anything that isn’t craft related.

Happy to hear the power is back on, and that you didn’t freeze to death. 🙂

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