The Aftermath of the Storm of '26

 Hello Everyone,

It's been a wild and wooly ride through the storm of '26 here at Wilder's Last Resort.  All of the downed trees took our power and Internet connection out on Monday, 2/16 and wasn't restored until Thursday 2/26. Our Internet was restored on 2/27. During that outage, I did what I could on the Timeless quilt when we turned our generator on.

I've been working on the Ohio Star blocks for the final, outer border of the medallion quilt.

I prepped as much as I could during the daylight hours.  I would trim HST, and do as much as I could with the quarter square triangles.

I've started stitching the red border blocks together and I should be able to finish that 'round' and get it on the quilt.  I was tired of making the red blocks, so I switched to working on the final border to maintain my sanity.

Here's a refresher picture so you can see the last two borders.

As the temperature warms to unprecedented highs, the snow has been melting rapidly and exposing more and more of the damage to our small community and the area around our cabin. 61 cabins have trees on top of them or the trees went completely through them.

Many of the smaller trees couldn't handle the weight of the snow and either snapped off or just fell over.  During the day, all we hear is the drone of chainsaws.  We will wait until the snow melts before we begin the cleanup when our kids can help.

On a very serious note....because apparently Mother Nature thought we needed some more drama, Thursday night (2/19), while we were completely snowed in, no power, no Internet, Mr. Joe decided to pull a full-on Victorian fainting spell at the dining room table.

One second he’s sitting there, the next he puts his hands to his head and does a perfect face‑plant directly into his plate. And just to be clear....my cooking is NOT that bad.

In about half a millisecond, a hundred thoughts stampede through my brain:
“Is he alive?”
“Can an ambulance even get through to us?”
“Oh wait—the phone doesn’t work, so how am I calling anyone? Smoke signals?”

“Should I trek to the neighbors? Mike’s a former firefighter; he'll know what to do."

As I’m frantically poking around for a pulse, Mr. Joe suddenly pops back to consciousness, looking… well, about as coherent as he normally does, so no major changes there.

I took his blood pressure, and it was perfectly normal, which is more than I can say for my stress levels. Then I got him to his recliner while doing my best impression of an old-timey hand‑wringing heroine. I convince myself he’s probably just dehydrated from all the shoveling...which I didn’t tell him to do that much of, and I was right by his side shoveling along with him.

I finally got him to bed, but of course I couldn't sleep. Instead, I repeatedly look over to check that he’s still breathing.

Friday and Saturday? Still snowed in, because why not.
Sunday, our neighbors heroically dug us out, and off we go sliding down to the Bay Area for a medical checkup.

He got an EKG, and has bloodwork completed and the doctor agrees: just dehydration. All his tests came back fine.

In my last post I didn’t share all this because we didn’t have any results yet, but now you know the whole saga of Joe vs. Fainting in a Blizzard.

I hope to never see a repeat performance.

Soon,

A hand-wringing Lynn