Tag: no electricity

Playtime in the Land of No Electricity

We were without electricity for two days. We lost a lot of perishables and frozen food in that time period, so I dumped it all and went shopping for a few days’s supply, fresh and dried and canned. We ordered a generator to Josh’s specs that should arrive Monday, but who knows. We need a generator as I think things are not going to improve, and we have put off getting one long enough – I’m cheap. Travel along major roadways is doing okay, but with the winds picking up, who knows what will happen.

So, I got to play with money!

Meanwhile, there are many people who are still with electricity well into Day 5 – and it looks like another 5-6 days of winds are still ahead. Until the winds die down, I am not stocking up with a lot of food – enough for 3-5 days, but with trips to the market as needed. Rather, I am trying to lay in a few things we need – want – to make life more comfortable. One thing is a manual coffee grinder – we use whole beans. Another is a power charger for our phones – 70% charge in an hour seems like a good thing to me. While we ordered a generator, we don’t know when it will arrive, as well as we don’t know when the electricity will be shut off.

No electric lights, only flashlights and battery-powered lanterns. Two days of how to live without the computer, TV, cell phone, oven, or refrigerator.

Our house tends toward being dark, depending on the time of day, so I moved around the house as well as in and out depending on the wind and temperature. For awhile I went to the community center and charged things, drove around and got a pastry and some coffee, as well went shopping a bit.

At home, I pulled out my hand crank Singer 99 sewing machine from the 40s or 50s, and flannel that I couldn’t iron because of no electricity. I started some jammy pants out of a gaudy flannel print, and had a bit of fun. The flannel is wrinkled and rather messy, but they are only jammy pants and who cares? Lay the fabric out, cut out the pattern, and sew away! I decided to do French seams as flannel ravels, and am about halfway done. More on that project later today.

I have made a lot of these jammy pants for winter pajamas. The pattern is now perfected in size and length, and my wardrobe of jammy pants is a bit crowded now. I am looking to lighter weight fabric for summer, but I may stick to nightgowns then for sewing projects. Cotton jammy pants below . . . I’ll have a star-studded derriere!

And then outside . . . when the wind calmed down, the day was warm – about 74F. My garden is rather dreary, but with the warm weather lavender is blooming and a succulent has sent up the most outrageous stalks with flowers. It’s a strange plant, but fun to draw. The flowers, a pale red-orange clusters of bells and the leaves are fat, spiky, and green with black.

I drew them late in the afternoon as the sun was going down with a waterproof ink pen on some watercolor paper. The results were to my liking quite a bit!

I may add some wash to the ink, but for now I like the complexity of the drawing. Since I really like the drawing and did not know if the ink would bleed if I used a watercolor wash, I decided to draw a llama tape measure sitting on my desk. The llama’s tail pulls out and goes back in when you squeeze the critter’s sides. My MIL, Judy, gave it to me, and it cracks me up whenever I use it, which is quite a bit more often than I thought I ever would. He’s not easy to lose, either . . .

His backside needs some of his fur glued back in place – another thing to do!

The completed llama. Below is the painted llama. I like llamas, and silly poems about them, too.

So, I spent my 2 days in the Land of No Electricity drawing, sewing, reading, and mucking about. Yesterday and today I helped the economy.

And now, the silly llama poem, thanks to my fave, Ogden Nash:

The one-L lama, he’s a priest.

The two-L llama, he’s a beast.

But I will bet a silk pajama

There isn’t any three-L lllama.

By Flashlight

With winds blowing at 40mph, the fear of fires was intense. Electrical lines spark, grasses and brush catch fire, and before you know it, the world is lit, not with electricity, but with flames. As a result of this – PSPS (Public Safety Power Shut-off) – we had no electricity for about 36 hours. What do you do when the sun goes down, there is no phone, no TV, no electricity? You read, you chat, you play games by candle, and paint by flashlight.

Rather than try to be creative, I got out a couple of art instruction books, one by Geoff Kersey, and one by Ted Kautzky. All of these paintings were done with limited palettes and by following some instruction to create a painting from the book.

The one above is from Geoff Kersey’s book, using only red, blue, and yellow. No more. It was the first one I did, and there was still some daylight, but very little, in my darkish studio. It was evening, and the studio window faces east. I used manganese blue, cadmium lemon, and cadmium red.

This one is from a Ted Kautzky study. Less light and more moving my little flashlight from book, to watercolor paper and drawing, to palette. Colors were verditer blue, cadmium red, Hooker’s green, and raw sienna. Verditer blue doesn’t seem to mix well with other colors, but is a lovely blue by itself. Four colors!

Now we are moving into big time! Here, five colors. Payne’s grey, ultramarine blue, aureolin yellow, Hooker’s Green, and burnt umber. Another study from Ted Kautzky.

I enjoy doing studies from books – it helps focus a bit. I also realized that daylight is a better way to paint, or using diffused electrical lighting. Flashlights are good to see with, but their light is not diffuse, but sharp and focused. I think I would have had better lighting with a few candles. Anyway, it was a good way to pass some time when the sun set and the vampires weren’t yet out.

Life by Kindle Light

I was an English major in college, specializing in nothing particular, but rather enjoying it as the profs were fascinating.  Have you ever taken a course on Shakespeare taught from a Freudian viewpoint?  Enacted Chaucer in the dialect of the time?  Well, you get the idea.  But if the truth is told, I am truly a reader of modern trash more than classics, and I often wonder about my tastes.  It is only in the past few years that I have returned to more classical literature, admittedly in small doses, and of the early 1800s British variety.  This means Wuthering Heights and Jane Austen and Frankenstein.  The cruelty in Bronte’s book was stunning – I remember the hanging of the puppies, done out of boredom, with horror.  Shelley’s monster is heartbreaking.  And Austen?  She is fluff by comparison, with a lightness that is like a summer breeze that can roll into capricious bursts.

It is quite funny to read Pride and Prejudice on my Kindle.  A novel written with a quill and iron gall ink being read on an electronic device is quite a shift in time.

And then the electricity fails mid-afternoon.  Sewing is out of the question (though I could use the treadle or hand-crank sewing machines), as is baking (I wanted a coffee cake).  I went out to the side patio to listen to an audio book and comb out one of the dogs.

No electricity!

What do you do when it gets dark?  All the USB devices were down to their last jolts of current.  As light faded, I found my little section of town was dark, but two doors down the lamps were bright.  I had a flashlight or two, and I had candles.  Out came the candles, out came the Kindle, and on with Jane Austen, Darcy, and Miss Bennet!   Wandering around the house, I found my way with the light of my Kindle, not wanting to drip wax on the floor or carpet, much less myself.

When the esposo came home, it was pitch black.  We went out to dinner – who wants to scramble eggs using a flashlight to see by (or a candle) over a gas flame? Off to the other world to dine, and then return, once more, to our black hole.

And then to bed with the Kindles, to read Jane Austen and Terry Pratchett, to remember where the flashlights were, and hope there is electricity by dawn after a projection by the electric company that civilization would be restored by noon the next day.

And so it passed . . . the electricity returned in the middle of the night, the lights went on, the devices squawked, and the candles were, once more, obsolete.