I had an outage of about 5 days once, about Christmas 1999, when there was a big storm ("at the limit of what is possible in Europe") in northern France where I then lived. I thought out all the things I could do - for the next time - including working out a parallel set of wiring in the house, to handle the essentials but not overload a small generator. In the end I decided that the cure would be worse than the disease: the house might not be wired for emergencies, but we humans are wired for adaptability.
We just got through it, and it wasn't so bad.
Contrary to our old opinion that the French are at their best when everything is going right and the British are at their best when everything is going wrong, the French were admirable. Hardware stores had mostly sold out of useful stuff, but what was left, people did not overbuy. I saw people carefully buy what they needed, and leave the rest for others. I admired the French more, and silently ate humble pie.
While I ate and slept in the house, it was sort of my house, I supposed. After I sat astride the rooftop ridge with a bucket of cement and fixed some tiles on, I knew for sure it was my house. And there was a fine view from up there.
We had just moved in to this house in the country a couple of months before, and were especially pleased to have so many trees in the garden (over 1 acre, a lot for Europe). The storm blew down a few (I can still tell you which ones), which was sad, and left some at risk. Plum trees all snapped at the ground, but we roped them all upright again, and all bore fruit next year. What we roped them to was the apple trees, which all stood like reinforced concrete. What we dragged them up with was the cars: we compared the relative cost, and real value, of an automobile clutch and a living tree, and made an easy decision.
We were worried about our favourite tree: a large mature walnut tree. It leaned over at nearly 30 degrees, and we worried it might fall. I finally believed that it might stand, when a few months later I saw another tree the same size, in an urban setting (where it must have been checked by the authorities for safety), leaning over at the same angle and looking like it had done so for a long time without any trouble. Strangely, that other tree was in New Orleans, and I have often wondered if it is still there.
But when I had a few trees that I was worried about, I started looking carefully at all trees that I saw anywhere, to see how they were doing. This led me to a greater appreciation of the intricate beauty of trees, which has stayed with me.
Looking back, I'd have to say that the impact of the storm on my life was positive overall, in ways that I would never have guessed.