Saint Agnes' Eve has come and gone, but every time I look out the window, I think of the Keats poem, "Saint Agnes Eve, Ah, bitter chill it was...."This is the way it looked at the Carden Estates last Sunday. I did not like it. The power went out for a night and a day and some of my neighbors don't have power yet. With no electricity, the temperature dropped inside the house to 40 degrees. I put on two pairs of pants and went to bed. Nothing to do but lie in the dark and meditate on the bills, my mistakes and my modest achievements. With the coming of daylight, I discovered that I was snowed in. Jack, the jack russell and Booger, the semi-feral cat came to sit on my bed and wait for me to bring back light, heat and food.
Saint Agnes' Eve has come and gone, but every time I look out the window, I think of the Keats poem, "Saint Agnes Eve, Ah, bitter chill it was...."This is the way it looked at the Carden Estates last Sunday. I did not like it. The power went out for a night and a day and some of my neighbors don't have power yet. With no electricity, the temperature dropped inside the house to 40 degrees. I put on two pairs of pants and went to bed. Nothing to do but lie in the dark and meditate on the bills, my mistakes and my modest achievements. With the coming of daylight, I discovered that I was snowed in. Jack, the jack russell and Booger, the semi-feral cat came to sit on my bed and wait for me to bring back light, heat and food.
