I don’t think there is anything that is more deafening than . . . silence. I’ve been having trouble sleeping lately, and was desperately hoping that I’d be able to sleep in til 9:00 a.m. or so this morning when, suddenly, for no discernible reason, the world fell quiet. And I was wide awake.
I’m not sure why the power went out, but when it did, the white noise machine stopped, the ceiling fan stopped, the air conditioner stopped, and I was enveloped in a cacophony of stillness! There was nothing to do but wake up. Although, it seemed rather pointless, since I couldn’t exactly go downstairs and brew coffee, or check my email on my computer, or scan that application for water service and email it to the new water company, or ANYTHING. But, the longer I laid in my bed, praying for the power to come back on, the more awake I became, and so I finally got up.
And tried to call the electric company. We live in Texas, where, supposedly, we have this wonderful free market and can choose from gobs of power companies to supply us with the necessary magic to brew our morning coffee. I suppose there are lots of other uses for electricity, but for me, unless I get that first cup of coffee, nothing else really matters.
But I digress. We use Reliant, and for the most part, they’re okay. Except that when the power goes out, it’s virtually impossible to find out who to talk to about getting it back on. I Googled them on my iPhone, and got a handy ‘mobile site’ which would have actually been handy if I lived in Houston, Dallas/Fort Worth, West Texas (thank God I don’t!!) or New Mexico. They also had a link to a nebulous area labled “South Texas”, but apparently, Austin does not qualify for that region, either.
So, after several tries, I finally got a Customer Service rep who asked me if I was the account holder. Really? So, I couldn’t help it, I had to ask him (remember, I’d not had that all-powerful first cup of coffee) did it really matter whose name was on the account, if all I wanted to do was tell him that the power was out? “I’m just doing my job, Ma’am.” Apparently his job description does not include any sort of rational reasoning or thought. But, perhaps I’m being too hard on the guy. He did at least connect me to the people who could help with the power outtage.
The power came back on fairly quickly (if one can consider 2 hours quickly. . . ) and when I looked outside, I saw a couple of very guilty looking Time Warner guys. I hollered out and asked one of them if they had been the cause of my electricity going out, and he had a deer-in-headlights look when he said “Oh, no ma’am, no way!” But he didn’t really convince me after he promptly turned to his coworker (who was ominously walking toward one of those big greenish power boxes across the street) and yelled “Bob! Pow’r!” So, yeah, I’m thinking I could have just saved us all a lot of time and called Time Warner to start with. Who knew?
Anyway, we are in the process of moving, having found a new house to rent that has about 750 more square feet, and lots more storage! It’s in another neighborhood, and I really will miss the neighborhood we’ve been living in, but I’ve heard nothing but good things about the area we’re moving to, so I’m feeling pretty good about it.
So the rest of the day has been spent trying to get utilities hooked up, new keys for the mailbox, buying packing supplies, and shuttling Abby all over the place. I have managed to catch every red light I’ve come near, and get behind every weirdo driver in Austin today, in the process. People who were driving 20 miles under the speed limit, people who were weaving all over the road, people who couldn’t decide how fast, exactly, they really wanted to drive. I’m beginning to understand road rage. Some people simply should not drive. As my friend Donna likes to say “Just because you can, does not mean you should!” And she would know: she teaches motorcycle safety courses.
I’m going to try to take a break for a while, get a bit of rest, and try again tomorrow to get some packing done. We are hoping to get everything packed this week, and have movers come next Friday. If we keep that schedule, then I should still be able to get the FISCHE Yearbook put together and back to us by the end of the month. At least as long as the coffee keeps flowing. . .