If anyone had asked me if I could survive a 7 day power outage in St. Louis during a heat warning period, I would have told them no.
If anyone had told me I HAD to survive a 7 day power outage in St. Louis during a heat warning period, I would have told them in their dreams.
However...I would have been wrong.
Our power went off at 6:30 p.m. on July 19th, during a freak storm that was never predicted to even hit us. The storm originated in Iowa, built up speed, headed for Chicago, then turned left and headed south and slammed right into us. That's the way the KMOX radio people described it.
The storm had Cat 2 force winds, and spawned various hidden tornadoes. When it was over, almost half a million homes were without power from South County up to North County all the way into Illinois in the Granite City, Alton areas. the winds were up to 90 miles an hour at some points.
The good news? No trees fell on OUR home. The bad news, trees fell EVERYWHERE else. Ameren UE called in help and by very early Friday morning, July 21st, they had restored the power in about 100,000 homes.
Friday morning, another storm blew through, this one had been predicted, and it took out about 300,000 homes including the bulk of the homes that had been restored by Friday morning. At the peak of things, there were nearly 600,000 homes/businesses without power, which came to something like 2.8 million people.
Today, at 6:00 p.m., 1 half hour short of the 7 days (24 hours a day) mark, we got our power back. My parents still do not have power, nor do about 50,000 customers scattered all over the place, mainly in North County and Illinois.
But I'm here. I survived. I found ways to cope, built a new routine as a temporary crutch, and even managed to keep Sylvester, my parakeet alive, (which was a real challenge as no one at all that was close by or knew him had ANY power), by running battery fans on him 24 hours a day, taking him to the basement when it got so extreme that failed, and spritzing him with water on an off and on basis which he hated. But hey, he's alive, and he's back up here, and the AC is FINALLY back on.
I have seen things I couldn't believe, handled situations that I didn't think I would have been able to, and coped in more creative ways than I could write a book about, most likely. It's amazing what you find you can do when you have no other choices.
I know this doesn't sound all that bad, but trust me, there were some really bad situations for awhile there, and I haven't had a chance to check all the forums and see if there's any St. Louis stories about all this. I did notice that IWT was down, but I didn't garner when it went down or how long yet. I promise I'll read everything soon. And I'll be happy to post soon and tell you my tale of the St. Louis blackout if anyone is interested in some of the weird, wild, scary, and challenging things that occurred.
I just wanted to come in here and tell you all that I am ok, Sylvy is ok, my family is ok, even though some are still coping with heat warning temperatures. I tried to get my parents to come over here tonight but they wouldn't. They at least have a power cord running to a neighbor with power and are running their refrigerator and some fans.
Meanwhile, to my beloved IWT, I send support to anyone who needs it, I send sympathy to anyone in need of that (more on that in a minute), I send congratulations to anyone who earned that, and I send a huge thank you to being here for me when I finally got my power back up, and managed to get on line after 7 days.
A small sad note to close. We haven't had e-mail since Weds the 19th. We were so engrossed in coping and finding ways to get water, ice, food, and stay cool, that we didn't think to let John's parents know anything was bad until Sat the 22nd. We reached his dad, but failed to reach his mom. Her phone message box was full. Tonight, when we finally got online, John and I learned that her husband, (John's stepdad), had fallen terribly ill with kidney and liver problems on Weds the 19th. The e-mail had been sent at 9:50 p.m. 3 hours and 20 minutes (I think), after our power died. Then tonight, there was another message that Billy, his stepdad had died last night(Tues the 25th) at 7:30 p.m.
I feel awful that we weren't aware of this, but we did make three attempts to call his mom, even without being aware that he was sick. We made a fourth attempt tonight, but got no answer again, and the mailbox for the phone was full. John wrote her an e-mail, and I wish I knew what else we could maybe do, but we simply had no way of knowing. John never gets his personal mail at work, and his work was one of the ONLY places we were ever at with power.
So hopefully she'll understand, and I hope we hear from her soon. We asked if there was anything we could do, and we don't even know anything about a funeral or where to send flowers, or if. Just goes to show, even if life in St. Louis came to a grinding halt in many cases, life outside went on without us.
Brenda