Last week was….eventful.
That’s pretty much it.
As I mentioned previously, last week was Li’s 2nd birthday. (I find it crazy that I have a two-year-old- mostly because most days I still feel like I’m going to wake up in my dorm room late for class- but I digress.)
So, like a good little homemaker, I decided I was going to make some cookies to take to Li’s babysitter for the kids to celebrate her birthday. Naturally, because I’m me, I didn’t get around to it until 9:30 the night before. I procrastinate. I waffle. I had to get supplies. You know, the usual.
Anyway, Wednesday night, 9:30pm, I’m making cookies. We had been having storm warnings all evening but it hadn’t yet started raining. Then I heard the wind pick up. Then a roll of thunder.
Looking back, I would probably describe the thunder as ominous.
Anyway, I finish mixing up the batter, pop a tray of cookies into the oven, and sit down to read
a stimulating book Facebook, when the lights flicker. I go still, and cock my head- all dog-like- at the light above me. Maybe if I don’t move the lights will stay on? The lights flicker again, but stay on. I wait a few seconds, and nothing happens, so I resume my all-important web surfing, when all the lights go out.
We’ve been in our house for five years (this month- yay!) and the power has only ever been out for a few minutes at a time. So I wait, thinking it’ll be back on in a few seconds. I wait. and wait. and wait.
Across the street I can see beautiful electricity flowing- my neighbors seem to be watching some kind of sporting event- and I wonder if they even know my electricity is out.
So I start lighting my thousands of candles and unplugging my stove to keep it from coming back on while I sleep.
I’m also disappointed to find that cookies are still raw.
Did you know that there’s not a ton to do at night when you don’t have electricity? Surprising, right? I can understand why my farming forefathers went to bed so early- the light from a candle is simply not bright enough to do anything without risking grave injury or disfigurement.
I also don’t want to use my phone because I won’t be able to charge it if it dies- so it’s pretty much just me and Stella staring at each other and listening to the storm in the candlelight. Very romantic.
Finally, I give up on the electricity coming back on, and go to bed. Naturally, I’m freaked out the electricity is going to come back on at 4 AM- and wake up the entire house when the TV starts blaring informercials- so I can’t sleep. When I do eventually fall asleep, it’s a fitful tossing and turning- and without a clock, the hours seem to drag by. I finally realize we’re getting close to dawn when I hear the birds start singing outside my window.
Still no electricity.
Tired, cranky, and with dripping hair*, I finally call the electric company. Within two hours, the power is back on.
But I’ve discovered that I’m not cut out for the pioneer life.
*Because my shower still worked- just not my hairdryer.