The longest that we were without power was 23 days after Hurricane Hugo came through. We got to know our neighbors really well during that time. A generator was shared, food from defrosting freezers was eaten, bon fires of downed limbs, and lots of team chain sawing were the activities of the day.
I know only a few of the neighbors now. Some of the ones that we worked with side by side are still around, but quite a few have sold their property and moved to the city or to retirement homes.
There is a lot to take care of here. Some of you commented about that on my last post. People get tired of the work and simply want to have less to do. I don't know when that time will come for us, but I hope that it is a long time off. We don't spend many days lolling around doing nothing. But on these rainy days, when nothing has to be watered by me, the weather pulls us together inside to take a nap, holding each other close and later awakening to dusk coming on.
We made dinner tonight--an insalata caprese made with basil from the garden, tomatoes from the island and fat free mozzarella. And now, it's time to sit on the porch and listen to the rain. I treasure this life with my sweetheart. I treasure her so much that it's hard to put into words. I think the feeling has been this way since I met her, even when we were laid low by alcoholism. Some things are just meant to be.