We're in NE Oklahoma, smack dab in the middle of the ice storm that has paralyzed our area. It's been four days since the power went out, and it's been mighty cold at home. All the food in the fridge/freezer, both of them, will have to be thrown out. They keep moving the tentative date when power will be restored, right now it's Tuesday, Dec. 18, at 11:59 p.m.
EDIT: Daughter and I did have some highlights during this. On Monday night, we impaled hotdogs on shish-k-bob skewers and cooked them in the fireplace. That was fun! Then we also bought bags of potato chips and boxes of Little Debbie snack cakes, in order not to starve. LOL. We sat on the couches in our three layers of clothes, double socks, coats, ski hats, and blankets, and talked and read books. Went to bed at obscenely early times, since it was warmer under the covers than not.
Hubby had been on site for work in Atlanta, Georgia, and bless him! Instead of flying home like planned, he rented a van, picked up an 8000 watt generator (which for some reason in balmy 75 degree Atlanta was not in short supply), three heaters, and filled an order for supplies for his co-workers. He left yesterday morning at 2:30 in the A.M., drove straight through to Tulsa and by 5:00 p.m., the generator and heaters were set up and the chill taken off the air in the house. He is my Knight in Shining Armor, and he drove in to save the day for the daughter and me.
We still don't have any hot water or house power, but for right now, heaters are good. Heaters are very good. Hubby might be hooking the generator into the house power, he knows how to. This would give us lights and hot water. But we'll take this one step at a time.
It seems that our subdivision, and the one across the street are surrounded by neighborhoods that all have power. It's like we're an ink spot on the map with other people's lights all around. I hate being cold like this, and I'm starting to get depressed.