We live on a remote little one lane street in North Van.
We have three different power feeds coming into our street (don't ask). So..... one house can have power, and the one next door will have no power.
Yesterday morning we woke up to our generator running, and the neighborhood in the dark. Our power had gone off just after 2 am.
This happens a few times a year and depending on what is going on, we often have a few "moms" drop off crock pots before they head off to work.
Now the crock pots make coming home torture when you walk into your house and have the blended aroma of 3 or 4 crockpots bubbling away.
I have been off with double pneumonia for a week and the nice neighbor across the street shoveled our walk.
He went home with a pot of hot coffee. They are doing a full reno and didn't have power or a kitchen yesterday
My wife is a coffee drinker and we get our beans from here
https://originscoffee.com/
Then a neighbors showed up with his coffee grinder and his own beans, he just needed power to grind.
Power was off for most of the neighborhood for a little over 7 hours , but one cluster of 3 houses, power was out for 16 hours. Our one neighbor who suffered through the long blackout is 82 and lives alone, My wife gave her an ultimatum that she was coming over to sleep at our house if the power didn't come on by 9:00. That was a hard negotiation. Her power came on at just after 8.
Now this neighbor last year was demoted from leading the under 65 year old hiking group 5 days a week and moved to lead the under 70 club.
Then the doorbell rings and I have to lend a jump kit to the girls down the street so they can get their car started ,
We are very lucky to have moved onto this little street, everyone knows everyone, the street has an annual summer party
Our hot tub always looks like a vat of hot chocolate after the kids are done hopping in and out of it for a few hours (but they leave with clean feet )
My wife and I are now the Bronze Medalists in the old people category.
All of the neighborhood girls have been taught about motorcycles by my wife.
Rule 1
Don't get on a Motorcycle with a boy
Rule 2
Girls should have their own motorcycles
My wife has ridden her bike to Inuvik and Prudhoe Bay and has made half a dozen cross continent solo rides.
Pre pandemic we would have RTW rider pals show up at the house a few times a year. Always fun to come home and see a Germán, UK, or Tanzanian plated bike in front of the garage.
Our pal from Tanzania has completed two laps around the planet, solo, and she camps most of the time.
She is well into her 60's and is funny as sh*t. She always comes for "just one night" and stays for 2 weeks.
Living in Kits was never like this.