It’s expected to freeze this evening in Austin and we may even see snow, which is exciting and novel for us Texans. But as we’ve learned in 2021 and 2023, cold snaps can lead to disaster. In those years the ice dealt untold damages as foot-thick tree limbs fell from the canopy like enormous glass Cadillacs. The crackle, pop, followed by crystalline shatter in the cold dead air is a sound I won’t forget. With the falling trees came down power lines and the lights went out.
It got worse. The disconnected Texas power grid failed. As homes and empty office buildings required more heating in the “extreme” cold, the rolling blackouts began to shed load. Except… they didn’t roll. Homes next to facilities (hospitals, fire stations, and water treatme…
It’s expected to freeze this evening in Austin and we may even see snow, which is exciting and novel for us Texans. But as we’ve learned in 2021 and 2023, cold snaps can lead to disaster. In those years the ice dealt untold damages as foot-thick tree limbs fell from the canopy like enormous glass Cadillacs. The crackle, pop, followed by crystalline shatter in the cold dead air is a sound I won’t forget. With the falling trees came down power lines and the lights went out.
It got worse. The disconnected Texas power grid failed. As homes and empty office buildings required more heating in the “extreme” cold, the rolling blackouts began to shed load. Except… they didn’t roll. Homes next to facilities (hospitals, fire stations, and water treatment plants) deemed critical were fine, but the rest of us were off-grid in the cold for nearly a week. The energy companies could have met capacity, but quit making energy because they would have had to sell it at a loss. Greed until the state promised them a windfall.
The infrastructure failed. Pipes burst, homes flooded, and trauma increased. While our senator and his banker wife fled to Mexico to stay in a Ritz Carlton, Texans burned their IKEA furniture and cedar fences to stay warm.
Building on past lessons, we’ve made all the preparations for today; external faucets capped, plants covered, and I built a cabinet out of foam board insulation for our external hot water heater. And now we wait… we wait to see if the Libertarian Capitalist systems my state has put into place will hold up. Waiting to see if the power goes out. Waiting for the impending disaster.
If you’ve ever had a child, you might know this feeling. You’ve taken the classes, assembled the crib, child-proofed the outlets, and then you wait… you wait for your life to change. While the miracle of childbirth is a beautiful event, any mother can tell you it’s not without some drawbacks. From prolonged labor, painful contractions, episiotomies, and beyond… every birth is a dice-roll of potentially life-threatening complications. A friend of mine who had three kids described it well; “Having a baby is like knowing you’ll be in a car accident.”
That feeling of pregnant, expectant waiting dominates a lot of my life right now as I wait for all the larger meta narratives in our country to unravel. I’m waiting for a mid-term election, one where I feel the fabric of democracy hangs by a thread. I’m waiting for an opposition party that has a fucking plan, but I don’t see one yet. I’m waiting for a particular person to leave office… or (preferred) die of natural causes. I’m waiting for the full release of the Epstein files, so the victims of billionaire pedophilia and human trafficking can have justice. I’m waiting for the government to stop its reign of cruelty on its own people, but masked fascists killed another innocent person in broad daylight today. I’m waiting for the economy to work for most Americans, not only the wealthy. I’m waiting for either the tech bubble to pop or for the robots to take my job… either way I’d like this story line to wrap up soon but I must ask, is there a third option? I’m waiting for the next big thing and praying it’s something that makes the world more loving and kind, but a new global religion would be a lot to deal with right now.