…fallen off of the face of the earth?
…eaten by Teddie?
…taken to the cleaners by the angry customers at work?
…curled up in bed fighting the plague?
No. Not yet, at least. Just powerless. Well, I’m not powerless anymore, but up until last night I was. It was miserable. It was cold. I’m still walking into rooms without turning on the lights because I don’t expect them to work.
Coming home to a house that was warmer than the 48 degrees it was for the past three days was as monumental as the day we upgraded from dial-up internet to DSL.
It’s not easy to sleep when you’re shivering, you know.
Luckily, however, we have a gas stove.
Don’t be fooled by how light it looks. My shutter was open for more than a second (which is a significant amount of time in camera speak) and I was cooking with a lantern by my side.
Making oatmeal, of course.
The left is what it looked like to me. I’m trying to make you guys feel like you lost power with me. But if you’re not into eating food you can’t really see, maybe the right picture, lit up by my flash, is more your style.
The first night, I was grateful to have leftovers in the fridge to draw on. You know, “well, no power’s fine for now – I was going to use my leftovers up, anyway!”
I waited all night for the little beep and lights turning on, expecting to be rudely woken from my not-so-comfortable slumber on the couch near the fire. Then I would retreat to my freezing cold room to sleep until morning.
Uh, yeah, that sound never came. I just woke up because I was uncomfortable, and finished the night freezing in my own bed since the fire was out anyways.
I was so grateful for instant coffee. And once again, a gas stove, upon waking.
Naturally, hot oats made an appearance. Multiple times. Even for dinner.
This came in handy when a “no opening the fridge!” rule came into act.
…which meant there was one point when they were just made with water, which wasn’t particularly wonderful but hey. At least I still had food, and was only freezing cold and powerless, not hungry, too.
There was lots of reading.
There was lots of “it’s only 6:00?!?!”
There was lots of complaining.
At one point, I stopped at the store on the way home from the barn, figuring if I bought a bunch of water and “supplies” to entertain me through the power outtage, we would have power when I got home.
Murphy’s Law, right?
Well, it worked!!
…it only worked for a twenty minute teaser. Long enough to celebrate power being back…only to go out for another day and a half because we live in the boondocks ad don’t even have the privilege of running water and heat.
There was lots of lugging water bucket after water bucket up a hill from the pond for the horses to have drinking water.
There was lots of huddling warm bowls of oatmeal and hot cups of coffee or hot water in long underwear, hoodies and winter coats.
There was lots of “I need a shower!”s.
And when I did get a shower at the college gym it was cold.
I’ve had a great past couple of days.
At least Everyday with Rachel Ray has a crossword. I can’t stand really difficult crossword puzzles.
They’re just cruel.
I even had to breakdown and finally eat a frozen dinner for lunch at work.
And when I came home to power last night, I couldn’t have been more ecstatic to see a porch light and make kale chips. And browse a new bread cookbook.
And take a shower.
And crawl into a warm bed.
Please, Vermont, no more power outtages.