When my son came in from work this evening he finished pulling my wagon of wood onto the front porch. I had loaded it and moved it most of the way, but with how much I had loaded into the wagon I knew I wouldn’t be able to get it onto the porch. He started into the house but remembered he had left his phone in the jeep he had driven in. (I swear he does this to annoy me, knowing how badly I want a Wrangler) As he went to get his phone I noticed the sunset. Grabbing my camera I started trying to capture the cloud colors as best I could.
Together we walked into the house. Putting my camera away, I’ll upload the photos later, I went into the kitchen. It had been a glorious day, but the temperature was falling quickly. When I rubbed my hands together and involuntarily shivered, my son looked up and commanded, “Stop it” “Stop what?” “Stop complaining. Stop being cold. I drove home with the windows down.” If only it were that easy.
He wandered off through the house and I went to prepare supper. Neither of us was all that hungry so quick and easy. Then I moved to feed the dogs who were still outside. You don’t realize how warm your home is, until you go back outside into the cold. I fed the dogs, I brought firewood inside and I refilled the dog’s water bucket.
By the time I was back inside and closing the door I was well aware of the temperature. I was shaking and seeking a warm spot while my phone currently, says that the temperature is 44 degrees. Earlier it was still warmer than that. I’m actually somewhat ashamed. While I understand acclimation, and I understand how there are people like me who cannot tolerate low temperatures, I was still embarrassed. I was complaining in various ways about my slight discomfort, while others are seriously suffering.
Texas, is suffering through a deep freeze like they have not seen and endured in decades. There are people without power, which means no heat, which means pipes are freezing. I’ve even heard of homes where the roof caved in. The power company has instituted rolling black outs. Which means more time in the dark and cold.
A long time friend from way up north posted photos of her yard buried in snow. When I commented she remarked that I would be cold. No, I would be beyond cold.
Here we had thunderstorms last night that out on the coast spawned a tornado in which people died.
I am still friends with many long haul truck drivers. Dozens of truck stops across the country and closed because of power outages. These are vital for them.
But then, electricity is vital for everyone.
Listening to the update from the weatherman, we have the potential for ice Thursday. Which could possibly bring power outages for us. The thing for me, I’m at home, not out on the road somewhere. I have a wood stove so I can stay warm. I’ll load more wood onto the porch tomorrow. I will also head out to get batteries for the lanterns and fill up every container I can find with water. I will also need to get my son to check the propane in the gas grill. It would be nice to have an emergency generator but I don’t so I’ll do the best I can with what I have.
What about those who are trying to survive outdoors? Those who are sticking it out in tents? What of those, who have no way to get and stay warm? What of those who are out there, in the cold, dark night, suffering? How can I complain about being cold, when I really don’t know cold? How can I complain, when in truth, I’m not suffering compared to real suffering.
My prayer, is that those who are in serious need, they will find what they need to be safe and warm in this weather. They will go to the shelters. They will be reached out to by those who have the help they need. Not only those who are homeless, but for those who are dealing without.