Let the record show that the dark basement lair is really, really dark without power. I'm supposed to have an emergency light plugged into an outlet under the counter in my office. Oh, it's plugged in all right. But it doesn't work. Good news is that the same kind of light works in the NASCAR bathroom! THIS time! When the light bulb burned out that time, it did not. I guess the power has to be off in its outlet to cue it to shine.
So...I had enough dim light find my way to the stairs and escape the lair. The main level was light enough, because the setting sun was coming through the living room window. I was headed out to walk anyway, at 4:20. So I thought I'd get a head start, but HOS (Hick's Oldest Son) started texting me to see if I had electricity. He moved in up on the other property this weekend. And then Hick called from work, because he saw on Facebook that the neighbor across from us didn't have power. She had reported it, and there was an estimated restoration time of 7:00. That was good to know, because...um...there's no internet when the power is off. Oh, I had my laptop, Shiba, fully charged. But she can't do much for me without internet.
Oh, yeah. And when your live on the edge of the horizon, and your house is all-electric, and your water comes from a well...you have one flush left in each toilet! Of which we have three. Nothing makes you want to poop more than knowing your power is off and your well won't pump! I held it, but (sorry to be so indelicate) I really had to pee, and unlike Hick, I do not stand on the back porch and let it gush. But I made a note to not flush until I really needed to, perhaps after my walk. And then I stood up and reflexively turned and pushed the handle! What a waste of a flush!
Gone are the days when, at the first inkling of a power outage, Hick declares a family emergency and leaves work to rush home and hook up the generator. Even when I had strapping young Genius, adept at finding the right breakers to trip, and the cords to hook up, and where to find the gas to pour in the generator, and which appliance combinations we could use. Yes. Those days are gone, baby, gone!
Hick did not even tell me he was going to be late coming home!!! There I was, sitting in his La-Z-Boy, wearing my shirt and sweatshirt and quilted flannel CPO jacket, and Carhartt sock cap, eagerly awaiting his Trailblazer coming up the driveway. But it didn't come! I had even
So there I was, wondering what to do for light, as it was getting darker by the minute. Gone, too, are the days when I had a flashlight in every room. We made sure of that after Icepocalypse '06. But, as happens when you share a home with Genius...your flashlights and scissors and pens and tape and staplers disappear. Who knows WHAT kind of Frankensteinish contraption he has built and stashed somewhere under the floorboards or in the wall.
THEN I remembered what a bad mom I was, having forgotten to stuff the stockings with a certain pack of flashlights that I had bought for just that purpose. I had given it to Hick the day after Christmas, as Genius and I headed to the casino, and told him to put the batteries in so everybody could have one. Of course, being Hick, he did not follow instructions. While the cat was away, that rat did play...and not with a recently-batteried flashlight.
So...there I was, sitting in the dark, putting 18 batteries in 6 flashlights/headlamps.
I am sad to report that I was cutting open 3-packs of included batteries, and feeling for the knobby end and holey end by touch, on the FOURTH flashlight, before I realized that I could turn one on and be able to see what I was doing! Then I did the headlamps, and had all kinds of trouble trying to figure out the strap. That was when Hick arrived, and had that strap figured out in only five minutes! Don't call us if your technology goes down, people!
Good news is, the power came back on around 6:10. Right after we got all the lights going. Just in time for me to COOK for Hick.