On Friday, the snow storm hits, and as the snow starts to pile up, we figure we are in the house for the duration. Car completely snowed in on driveway.

Friday night, the power goes out around 5 pm. The power company says it should be up in a few hours. The house is fairly warm, so we go to bed. Wake up in the morning, still no power, and now the house is about 45 degrees.

No worries! We have a fireplace, and Mom recently got some wood.  Start building a fire around 5 am, ex-Boy Scout that I am (I would say “former Boy Scout,” but their anti-gay policies forced me to renounce my membership in that homophobic tribe).

No go! Wood is waterlogged. Try to dry it out and get a fire going for the next 6 hours, but all I do is smolder some logs into charcoal.  Without power, I grab my Kindle to update my friends on Facebook about this comedy of errors. Power company says electricity to be restored by noon.

Go find some sterno, heat some food up for Mom, who is on a restricted diet while recovering. She seems to be doing ok, though cold and tired. Power company now says power will be restored by 5 pm. We decide to wait it out.

Find Coleman lantern, which will produce some heat (also, carbon monoxide. Kids, don’t try this at home!), run it until empty. Still below 50 degrees. 5 pm comes and goes. Power will now be restored at 10pm.

The night is starting to loom, and the house is bitterly cold. Heading towards 40 degrees. We huddle up for a long night. Cold, uncomfortable, and increasingly tired, we both sort of nod in and out all night.

Wake up at 4 am, house below 40 degrees, drinking water just making me colder. Mom looking exhausted. I decide that at daybreak, I will start digging out.  Mom’s limited mobility post-surgery was a factor in trying to wait out the storm, now it will be a major factor in getting her to the car.

Determine that the ever-lower temperature is not a good environment for asthmatic me to work in. Decide to go in house and call for help.

Phone service is down. Landline totally dead.

No worries! We have cell phones!

No go! Cell service down. ATT Wireless FAIL.

This was seriously starting to look grim. So cold (and, as it turned out, dehydrated), I find my problem-solving abilities are shot, breathing is starting to be increasingly difficult, and I’m running out of steam.

Think, think, think.

Say, doesn’t my Kindle run on a different data network? Say, Sprint?

It does! Turn on Kindle, post plea for help to Facebook. Hope that one of my hometown friends will be reading. Ask for a plow to help get us out to shelter.

The Z.’s, who are friends living up in D.C., see the post, and decide to call Albemarle County Emergency Services, who promptly dispatches someone to get us and take us to a hotel. (Matt and Tina Z. vault to the top of my “sure, you can have my kidney” list, and the fine people at Seminole Trail Fire Department are now forever in my heart. and I mean you, fireman Eric.)

40-odd hours after the power goes off, we are finally warm.

While a variety of decisions–some poor, some clueless, some too trusting–led us to get stuck as we were, the fast action of my friends is what made the difference. (Though I have been very dehydrated before–hello, 2000 Marine Corps Marathon!–I forgot how it impairs your thinking, and how unaware you are that you are impaired.)

On the technology side, Kindle and Facebook saved the day. Two thumbs up for the experimental web browser.

While my mom and I were not in mortal danger (I don’t think), we were in for a pretty rough go, and had we stayed put, the situation would have continued to deteriorate. Not a good environment for someone immediately post-surgery, or for anyone, really.

If there are some take-away lessons here (and everyone knows I love a teachable moment), surely the first is to be sure your emergency preparations are adequate. Had the woodpile been kept dry, heating a couple of rooms would have been quite doable. Second, don’t be slow to reach out for help. Earlier action could have spared us some suffering, and foolishly relying on power company restoration estimates meant we waited longer to act than was prudent. And finally, make sure you have back-up forms of communication, if possible.

As for me, now my emergency kit contains a Kindle.

*****

A post-script: Power continues to be out at my mom’s house, with power to be restored in a couple more days–during which time we will have another substantial snowfall. Even if the power company’s newest estimate is right, the power will have been out for over 100 hours in freezing temperatures, with some of those homes without phone service.

If that doesn’t make you want to double-check your emergency plans, then you are probably either my friend Wendi, who is ready for the Apocalypse, or my nephew Ian, who is ready for when the black helicopters come for him. You two are exempt from double-checking.

Amazingly, for the next few weeks, Mojo Nixon has made all of his music available on Amazon for free to celebrate his “un-retirement”! That is 147 MP3s of pure-d sonic disturbance.

So what the hell are you waiting for? Go grab it before Skid and Mojo come to their senses.

From a gleaning of the news stories on the various petitions, a list of signatories demanding the immediate release of admitted child rapist and fugitive from justice Roman Polanski:

Isabelle Adjani
Woody Allen
Pedro Almodovar
Asia Argento
Wes Anderson
Darren Aronofsky
Fanny Ardant
Paul Auster
Monica Bellucci
Alfonso Cuaron
Jonathan Demme
Arielle Dombasle
Ariel Dorfman
Stephen Frears
Diane von Furstenberg
Terry Gilliam
Buck Henry
Just Jaeckin
Neil Jordan
Harmony Korine
Milan Kundera
John Landis
Claude Lanzmann
Bernard-Henri Lévy
David Lynch
Michael Mann
Jeanne Moreau
Mike Nichols
Alexander Payne
Avital Ronell
Salman Rushdie
Walter Salles
Julian Schnabel
Barbet Schroeder
Martin Scorsese
Tilda Swinton
Wim Wenders

Assuming the reportage on this subject has been accurate, I find on this list many artists whose work I admire, some whose work I adore, and a lot whose work I respect, but now in a single move they have proven that none of them are people whose moral or ethical reasoning could be said to be sound, compelling, or even merely defensible. Really, you want to spend your credibility to defend someone who drugged and raped a child? Martin Scorsese, you broke my heart.

Kate Harding gets the analysis right on Salon.com.  See also, Variety, HuffPo, SACD petition.

Hope to see you there!

Go ahead. Press the button. A lot.

These beautiful women want you to go vote! Thanks, Cori and Alicia!

Thanks, Giovanna!

Thanks, Thea and Liam!

Thanks, Charlotte!

Thanks, Casey! (I think. This photo will haunt my nightmares.)

Thanks, Kristi!

Thanks Alicia and Steve!

Thanks, Matt! When you lost those four toes in that freaky skateboarding accident, we all thought “why? why?!?” Now we know.

Thanks, Debbie!

And finally, a special thanks to Nora, Rosie and their friend, none of whom look too sure about this whole thing!