It’s the perfect summer night to be lulled to sleep by nature.
Outside my window, I can hear light rain drops plunk gently off plump green leaves. Frogs whirring their mating calls.
Except, it’s not a perfect summer night.
It’s the worst night the DC Metro area has had in … as long as anyone can remember.
Mixed with that calm and peace of the summer orchestra is the ear-splitting buzz of a chainsaw, the hum of generators. The fresh smell of rain is replaced by gasoline that hangs thick in the humid June night.
Only a few hours earlier, my parents had warned me we were getting a major storm from Chicago. A derecho (basically a tidal wave of wind and storms that are rare).
Then, as the sun set and the crickets took over, the wind picked up. Rushing across the landscape at 90 mph, the powerful wind carved a path of destruction. Transformers blew. Thick, old trees were uprooted. Trampolines (yes, trampolines) were tossed into the middle of the street. Like a tornado, but without the quickness.
And, the night sky glowed almost a continuous pale blue from electricity cutting into it.
I was inside for most of it, looking out the window as the lightning splashed across the sky. From my safe confines, I didn’t hear the wind whip outside. I didn’t hear the cracking of branches and the bangs when they hit the ground.
As I drove home after the storm, a graveyard of trees littered the streets. Barely noticeable until on them, oncoming cars would flash their lights in warning.
When I pulled into my neighborhood, I couldn’t even get to my house because a huge portion of tree was splayed across the road.
This storm … it’s serious.
PEPCO, our power supplier, only manages to supply power back to half of our neighborhood. Within 48 hours after the storm. Us? We aren’t nearly as lucky.
For six days, there is no power. My parents suffer more than I do. I hightail it to friends houses to stay cool and panic about the projects I have to do and the lack of power. There’s little cell service. Internet is down. Cable is down. It’s hot. It’s humid. People are cranky and mean.
My neighborhood is one of the last to have power restored.
When it comes on, I feel relieved. Stressed at the amount of work I have to do before I leave America … in five days. But happy to have my house back and time with my family. Home.
8 thoughts on “The failure of PEPCO”
Six days without power? Crazy. I think I was asleep the whole night when the storm came through here and fortunately it didn’t cause as much damage. Maybe the spotty power is good preparation for when you go back abroad?
My dad slept through the storm! So far, the power has only gone out once in Thailand. And it was back up in an hour. During which time I simply was downstairs having a beer. 🙂
Wow, six days. There have been so many intense storms recently, and just wacky weather overall. Hello, global warming.
Wow, what a rough goodbye to the US! I’m glad you didn’t get hurt and your car was not crushed by a tree!
It was rough, but ended well. Power back on for the last few days! I am so glad my car wasn’t parked under that tree. I would have been so angry!!
Wow, 6 days!? I remember when a crazy storm like this blew through Philadelphia when I was a kid and we lost power for like 3 days and I wanted to kill myself with no AC!
Yeah, six days. Fortunately, I had a good friend that let me live with her for those days. It was just a bummer because I had really wanted to spend time with my family, but everyone was miserable and hot. No AC in the dead of summer heat wave? HORRID.