This morning when I returned from dropping Cubby and Charlie at their respective schools, I found the power was out. Jack was ready for his nap, so I put him down to sleep and then . . . nothing.
Couldn't vacuum. Couldn't start laundry. So many chores are impossible without electricity.
But the woodstove was blazing away perkily and I had a new book I hadn't yet started*. So I sat down by the fire and read until the power came on 45 minutes later.
Then I spent some time flipping breakers and switching around fuses in our ridiculously confusing electrical system, trying to figure out why some of the appliances in the kitchen were working and some weren't.
It was a very nice 45 minutes, though. (And everything is working now.)
* Major Pettigrew's Last Stand, by Helen Simonson. I'm only about fifty pages in, but so far, I approve. The writing's good, anyway.
2 comments:
Sometimes it can be a reprieve to have no power.
A lovely book--been thinking about re-reading it. (Actually, I think I listened to the audio version)
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