Only 27 hours later, my power has finally come back on. Stupid nor’easter. That will teach me to buy a house in a neighborhood just because it has nice big trees.
I am completely worthless without electricity. The kids and I colored, then read some books and then we got bored. I took them to the library where Ian threw up. (This was before I realized they both had ear infections, and yes, for those of you keeping score at home that means Ian puked at the library yesterday and Claudia puked in my bed in the complete blackness that was last night. I still haven’t decided which of these was worse. I’m pretty sure the librarians would say the first one.) We cam home, read the new books then promptly retreated to my in-laws house where we were warm and well fed.
I read the book The Road (Hey! I just read that it won the Pulitzer. Way to go McCarthy) recently and these two things really have me thinking. If I was left in a post-apocalyptic nuclear winter type scenario with my children we would probably all die within the first week. I’m not even sure we could survive regular old camping without Gabe (or at least Gabe’s parents).
Thanks Volta or Edison or Ben Franklin or Tesla or Thales of Miletus or whoever is responsible for me having electricity. No thanks to you Mother Nature. Stupid nature.