The Winds of Change

    November seems to have blown in with winter on its mind. I went from a mild October waiting for the ground to cool down enough to plant my daffodils to a wild November wondering if the ground is going to be frozen solid before I get the chance to plant them. Or--for that matter---wondering if I am going to be frozen solid when I try to plant them.

   These November winds blew away than more than just my good intentions. There have been lots of downed trees and lots of folks with out power, from High Valley to Mossyrock, and in Ashford and beyond. We were lucky here on the Cline Road, thanks to the foresight of the PUD and the hard work of the guys from Ashp, Asplu, Asplundh--well, whatever that company is called--you know the one---with the big orange trucks and their name on the side? Yeah, those guys. We were able to continue on, business as usual, with only the occasional power blink---and for some reason, temporary loss of the Internet, but that’s a topic for another day.

And God bless the guys from the power company who roll out of bed at the will of the wind or snow and come out into the nastiest of weather to get the power back on so the rest of can stay warm and snug indoors. Those guys are AWESOME. It’s the guys from the power company who keep the rest of us civilized, able to shower, have our hot beverages and play with our electronic devices. If you want to see things get decidedly UN-civil, come hang out at the Sume house during a power outage. Let’s just say that not being able to play Xbox isn’t the only thing that stinks...