Most who know me or are in contact with me at all are aware that there was a storm here on Sunday (a strange one - all wind, no rain. Just sunshine, as all our trees came toppling down) and as a result, we have no power. Now, it's not all that bad. I was fine on Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, and most of yesterday. But today, I'm completely over it. The novelty of using candles to read or go to the bathroom is gone. The open windows, while at first were nice, what with D's aversion to fresh air, are kind of old, since all we can hear at all hours is the humming chorus of several generators. I'm putting off cleaning out the refrigerator, because I'm a procrastinator and a glutton for punishment. (in my defense, D hasn't made any attempt to do it, either) I've come to work looking like ass every day because I can't see in the bathroom to do hair or makeup, and I'm a little wary of shaving my legs in the dark. Yesterday I took the kids to the laundromat (my first time!) and managed to wash some clothes. Notice I said "wash." Not "dry." The children could only put up with so much at one time, so both loads of laundry are hanging out to dry on our porch. Luckily, I have absolute saints for friends and they offered their washer and dryer for our use. They offered last night, and damned if I didn't take them up on it. Tonight, I will.
The main thing that is so irritating is that I can see where the problem is. There's a pole that snapped in two and the transformer is lying in bits all over the street a block away. It has been this way since Sunday. And there have been no trucks nearby at all. Down the street, a mere block in the other direction, there is power. There are people watching tv, running dishwashers, reading by lamplight, maybe even sewing. Gah.
And I swear, if the power isn't back on by the 22nd of this month, heads will roll. I'll have to move in with B & P.
18 September 2008
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