Feb 21 2010
Out
We had a power outage yesterday evening.
Megan was at my house, and we were making dinner from the Book of Dad*. I went to grudgingly throw my green bin contents into the woods (I still think it’s gross and will attract an undesirable animal element, but apparently it makes me a better person and I can use all the help I can get), and when I came back in, the house was dark.
“??”
“The power’s out.”
“Oh.”
I put on the battery powered lamps and Megan called Jonathan, who came over right away. He was slightly delayed by a freaky guy who walked right up to his gate and was ranting about nothing and everything. The guy wandered away, and when he described the guy to Megan, she knew who it was right away. Most of the local crazies end up in the ER at one time or another.
The oven, of course, was still merrily cooking away, being gas, but Henry’s bed, which was in the washer, was not.
Jonathan set up the generator, plugged things in, and soon we had heat and light. Then, like most super heroes, he was on his way.
The power came on before we went to bed that night. There was even enough time to finish washing Henry Etta’s bed and get her settled into it.
*Braised honey-mustard chicken, to be precise. Also broccoli and almond pilaf. It was great. Dad food is the best food.