Growing up in Nashville, Tennessee, I remember only a few power outages, usually from snow storms. Schools and many businesses shut down. During one of those times, after sledding for hours, I relaxed with my parents on the living room rug, finding quiet contentment as flames danced in the fireplace. The whole world seemed to pause and recharge.

Now I live on an island in the Pacific Northwest where wind storms roar in more frequently than those snow storms. The most recent one saw sixty mile per hour winds after days of torrential rain, toppling trees, flooding roads, and shutting off power.

Islanders powered up generators and brought in more wood for stoves and fireplaces. Yet the pauses for outages are less relaxing now, as our digital world is threatened. I could not work on my computer. Cell phone service for some of us disappeared. No internet service. No emails. No checking the weather. I read the news from a print version (still delivered by our faithful carrier).

Finally my husband figured a way to connect our digital notebook to the generator system. I managed to put out my bi-weekly blog. Then we went back to Scrabble on our iPad, charged up before the storm.

Later we enjoyed the stove’s fire, and soft reading under the kerosene lamp. Glad I have yet to become smartphone-addicted.