I don’t remember which windy night it was, but we were watching TV one evening when it was very windy. We heard some plaques fall down in the other room, but didn’t think much else about it.
It was the same night the power went off for a while. After it came back on, our lights flickered some but they stayed on.
“Windy. No it’s Thursday.”
“I’m thirsty too, Let’s get a drink.”
Two Friday mornings ago we noticed that our power line to the house was almost on the ground and had a big tree branch on it from the property to the south.
The line was routed over our fireplace near the alley and it didn’t look like something I should be messing with. Truth be told, I probably would have messed with it if I were younger and didn’t have someone to tell me not to mess with it.
And that is where the thank-you to the city came from in last week’s column. They came and removed the big tree limb and shut off the power for a spell, then hooked everything back up on the house right above where the service comes to the house.
Apparently the weight of the big tree limb had even pulled the wires away from the house.
It took a while for that all to register when a few days later the light bulb went off in my head.
The big tree limb falling was the sound we heard while watching TV when the wind hit before we noticed the line was down.
When the power goes off it can affect many things.
Such as the clock for the sprinkler system, the alarm clock that we seldom need anymore and the microwave and the oven clock.
Over a year’s time the sprinkler system can be running a whole bunch earlier if you don’t reset the clock.
When you think about power outages—thankfully we don’t have that many—think of how much time is spent resetting all of the clocks in the house that run on electricity and not batteries.
Then multiply that times all of the households affected by the outage and you are talking about hours of wasted time.
And when you think about time, we are locked in to the actual time and not some made-up time that doesn’t match with everyone else.
A smart guy once asked me if I knew how to tell when a train had just come by. I said I didn’t know and asked how.
He said to look for the tracks.
I sort of watched the NBA draft the other night to see who was picked and when, because of the KU connection. I say “sort of” because it was about as boring and slow as watching paint dry.
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