Being a kayaker and wilderness camper, when the blackout hit, I had a camp stove and was able to make morning tea and coffee. My neighbour to one side , who I barely knew, was older and I knew the situation would be hard on her, so on the first morning, I tapped on her door and asked if I could make her some coffee.
She was so grateful.
I made a morning drink for both of us and sat with her while we had it.
After the electricity was restored, there was always an enthusiastic wave and chat between the two of us. I was grateful for this as she died the following year and I felt as if I knew her a bit.