NOTE: This harrowing tale was originally written using
the ancient methods of a pencil and paper. It was transcribed Monday night in a
format easily readable by others (because no one can read my handwriting) and
set to autopost throughout the week.
Translation: Jessica was unable to watch “My Name is Earl”
reruns on Netflix after a nasty windstorm knocked out power for several days,
so she continued to blog on paper. She watches too many apocalyptic movies, so
the second she has access to Netflix you will find her motionless on the couch
rewatching “The Stand”, because that’s what she’s been comparing her
experiences to all weekend (even though they didn’t have smart phones or iPods).
Oh, and also the #Anniesmove episode of Community.
PART 1
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| Storm damage on Church Street. |
FRIDAY, 9 p.m.: Earlier tonight I was in a New Albany Panera
Bread, picking at a strawberry salad and writing two stories, and BAM! The sky
turns dark, thunder claps and the wind starts howling. It seems all the trees
are about to topple over in a domino effect. I had been up since 6 covering the
tea party convention in Columbus. This happens at about 4:45 p.m.
The lights flicker, then Hamilton Road goes dark.
There begins a harrowing tale where I’m thrust back to the
stone ages, yet the technology-dependent me manages to turn in two stories and
plop down on my couch with a bottle of wine in my hand.
Not long after the lights go out while I’m sitting in Panera,
it’s pouring rain and I realize my other set of notes are in my car. I check in
with the bosses in Newark. Storm of the Century hasn’t hit there yet.
The rain stops 15 minutes later. All is dark. Panera is
closing, so once I’ve written all I could from the notes I did have I followed
the rain clouds down 161.
