We had a windstorm two days ago. It battered my outer door around, nearly ripping it off. Pieces fell off as it decayed. Suddenly, I heard a loud electrical hum, and lost power. It came on for a moment, then went out again with another crash. The crash it turned out came from a few trees falling at the end of my street. When they restored power five or so hours later, my Windows machine would not boot. You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone, as the song says, and now for all the bagging I do on Windows, now I don’t have it. I will get the machine serviced on Monday, and I have a plan to put in a second drive and get the machine up to speed, then install Linux in a dual-boot configuration with Gnome and begin researching Linux’s GUI accessibility. We’ll see how that goes. At the least I need a new power supply. I’ve had that machine for around seven years, so I’ve definitely gotten my money’s worth.
While ruminating about all this, I got news that a plane crashed in Buffalo, New York, leaving 48 dead. This saddened me, but did not shock me, since I knew they probably encountered the wind which surged my computer. That storm seemed guided by an ill purpose, like the Pass of Caradhrass! I wonder why it felt and acted thusly. Did some supernatural force command it, or perhaps more likely a technological one? I have no evidence save my human intuition, but I will certainly keep my eyes open and my doors tightly shut.
Yesterday, the day after the storm, I got my hair cut. She told me that across the street, a tree fell as well, cutting down a power line! This caused a phone pole to catch on fire. The flames reached up to the height of a man, just burning. Additionally, another business had to evacuate out the back, since the power line blocked their front entrance. This took place at the other end of the street from where the other trees fell.
I tell you, this storm had an ill vibe and an ill purpose driving it!
