This weekend, amidst 65 mph winds, we lost our power. And as I've stated before in this space, when we lose our power, we lose our heat, our electricity and our water...pretty much everything that sustains life in our house. This means no flushing toilets, no showers, and yes, you're gonna have to use bottled water to brush your teeth. Oh, and it also means sleeping in 50 degree weather - that would be the temperature inside the house. My WH said it was kind of like camping - and I told him there's a reason we've never been camping since I've known him.
In under two days, we developed into roaming nomads, in search of food and shelter, wherever we might find it. This included our neighbors inviting us over for dinner Saturday night and breakfast the next morning (oh, the life of the generator-blessed homeowner) as well as making our way to Barnes and Noble Sunday afternoon while OBB got a nap in because who wants to nap in a cold house?
So after 29 hours without power, the energy conglomerate gods shined their faces down on us and flipped the switch that re-instated our power. The shower I took following this development definitely ranks up there with the top 5 showers of all time. Kind of like the shower you take after camping.
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oh wow. that is not fun... how does a pregnant woman get her fix of eggos when the toaster is out of commission?
It was rough. I had to subsist on crackers, bagels and the kindness of neighbors.
Oh goodness, how horrible!
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