SUNDAY AFTERNOON UPDATE: REU restored power to my neighborhood. Thank you, REU. I will never take my electricity for granted again.
I hope that by the time you read this I’m sitting in a house that has functioning electricity, a home with the heat cranked up to a toasty 68 degrees, a home where, when I walk into a room and flip a switch, light magically appears, a home where I can enjoy all the modern conveniences I’ve come to appreciate and depend upon.
I hope all that, because I’ve had it with waiting for the power to be restored to my house. I’ve had it with 47-degree interior temperatures, of packing snow in ice chests to keep food from spoiling.
I’ve had it sleeping away from home because I just couldn’t stand being that cold at night.
And that’s the thing about having the power out during Redding’s “Snowmageddon” as opposed to the Carr Fire: it was possible to sleep inside a powerless house in July and August. The same is less true now, if there’s a house with zero heat, especially for those with children, the elderly and the disabled.
I am blessed with many options. I’m staying with my twin for now (thank you, Shelly!), but I’ve had lots of generous offers of couches, guestrooms and beds, and even, in the case of my daughter-in-law’s mom (who already had a houseful of snow refugees) to share her king-sized bed (thank you, Paula!) I’m so lucky! But what about those who lack offers, relationship resources, or even enough blankets and warm clothing?
I have tried to be a good pioneer woman. I really have. I have made the best of the situation. I have cooked over my gas stove (ignited with a match).
I have bundled up in my down coat while inside, keeping the doors open during the day, because it’s literally warmer outside than in.
I have tried to keep my sense of humor and spirit of gratitude, because yes, I know, it could always be worse. In the beginning, it did help to know I wasn’t alone, that there were scores of us toughing it out in powerless homes. Misery does love company. We started out with tens of thousands of us unfortunate souls without power, and now, supposedly, we’re down to less than 600 hearty, pioneering homesteaders.
But as the days and hours passed without power, my Pollyanna side grew cranky. I could not believe that one day followed the other and another and another and yet another without power.
What we have here is a cold version of the Carr Fire situation with power outages and The Three Little Pigs scenario where people run from house to house. family member to family member, friend to friend, trying to find the most reliable electricity.
I live in Redding, where Redding Electric Utility is responsible for getting power to my home. But there are thousands and thousands of north state residents who depend upon PG&E for their power, and since last week’s snow storm, many of them remain as my neighbors and I are: powerless.
For the record, I’m not one of those people who is pissed at REU for not getting power to my street by now. Nor am I one of those people who believes REU has intentionally ignored older neighborhoods, or that it’s favored wealthy neighborhoods (the ones remaining after the Carr Fire). I know in my heart that those REU staffers are doing everything humanly possible to return power to as many customers as possible. Even so, one look at REU’s Facebook page and you can see desperate residents clamoring for information and begging for help.
What about my street? What about us? Don’t forget us!
In those posts an REU representative offers words of assurance, letting people know that yes, REU is aware of all the outages, and it’s trying its hardest to get power to the people. I applaud the REU staff responsible for responding to those hundreds of FB messages. I believe that when this is all over, and life returns to quasi normal, REU employees deserve time off with bonuses. or at the very least, lots of alcohol.
That said, I confess that I was beginning to panic a little yesterday as I saw more and more people on Facebook proclaim with glee, “YAY! WE HAVE POWER!”
I’m happy for them. I really am. And I’m heartened to hear REU’s reports that it’s restored 98 percent of its customers’ power. Wow. The good news is that most of Redding’s REU customers have power. The bad news is that my neighbors and I have the dubious distinction of being part of of the unlucky 2 percent who are still powerless. I was beginning to feel as if REU had forgotten about our street, until I combed through REU’s FB page and found some comments from neighbors, like this one, where I learned more about our area’s complex situation than I’d known before:
“Please, us too. 🙂 Our houses pull power from the alley between Almond and Walnut. Lines were down and firefighters put caution tape in front of the alley. REU came and turned off all the power. Just patiently waiting for repairs.”
Wow. Well that explained why our area started with a brownout that turned into a blackout.
Here was REU’s response:
“Several downed trees on lines that feed that area. We are aware.”
That didn’t bode too well for us, since “we are aware” is not the same as “we’re going to fix it”.
Alas, hope sprang eternal when another neighbor again asked about our area last night, to which someone from REU replied more specifically.
“We are very aware of the issues in your areas. We restored a pocket of homes in downtown this evening and will be working in your area tomorrow. Thank you so much for your patience.”
You’re welcome, REU. And thank you for restoring power to Redding. And I’m not just saying that to suck up.
Oh happy day! REU said it will be working in my area today. I’ll be watching for them, as will my fellow neighbors, including a couple who live around the corner, who’s, as they say in disaster lingo, been “sheltered in place” the whole time, thanks to their wood-burning fireplace.
But they can’t hang on much longer.
“ … We are on our last logs. Probably looking at leaving tomorrow for a motel.”
For their sake, I hope that the 98 percent of restored REU customers includes motels.
In the meantime, I have every confidence that eventually, all the power will be restored to the north state by REU, PG&E and other agencies brought in to help. Then, we’ll move onto the next phase of or our latest new disaster-normal: Cleanup following widespread destruction that made the north state look as if it had been walloped by a deadly hurricane, rather than an overnight snowfall.
We’ll adapt to the incessant whine of chainsaws and wood chippers. We’ll replant and we’ll replace. And just like after the Carr Fire, we will rebuild.