Power to the People (At The End of the Electrical Line)

Thanks to the much-reported storms that hit the Midwest in the early part of the week, we've had wind, rain, and yes even the dreaded SNOW.

But with wind, rain and snow you get lovely things like power outages. And there we are.

All in all, it came to about 30 hours without it. Let me just say this: I would not do well in place without electricity to keep me sane.

I cannot begin to tell you the joy I felt when I saw the water care system in the basement had kicked in this morning. I cannot express how ridiculously happy I was flicking the light switch on and off and having it produce a result. And mind you, I did it several times in glee just to see the light go on and off.

Some fun stuff that happened:

*Whisper glaring at me for not turning the TV on

*Spritey being so black and short that when I tried to feed her last night I nearly tripped over her little fat self in the way (hard to see a small black dog in the dark, especially one so gluttonous she has to be underfoot and make sure her food is on time)

*Me eating my fast-food sandwich by the light of a single candle that was clear across the room last night (so much for watching what I eat.)

*Me lighting the burner on the gas stove with a MATCH!

*Mom and me constantly flicking the light switch when we went into the basement (it didn't work but it's such an unconscious movement we did it anyway.)

*Me waking up early this morning and while lying in bed, flicking the lamp switch above my head to see if the power had returned yet (I did this about twelve times and it didn't do anything, much to my chagrin.)

*And lastly, but not leastly, I FINISHED "THE SILMARILLION." This may mean nothing to you, but it took 5 years, a bunch of false starts, and a major power outage in the area to get me through it. Now I can read the other two books I couldn't read until I finished that one. And finish the two movies (I finished Fellowship for the fourth time last week. Extended edition at a length of 3 hours, 20 minutes. Even a Tolkien aficionado is drooling by that point. Don't know what I'll be like at the end of Return of the King, which is upwards of 4 hours with all the extra stuff thrown in.)

I have to go get Mom's bath ready-she hasn't been clean in three days and she'll probably sprout fangs if it isn't prepared. She made me promise I'd have it ready, so I'd better go.

Ta,
Bec