We've been in a serious drought all year, so I was actually looking forward to the thunderstorms rumored to occur this weekend. My hubby was out of town for several days, so I imagined it would be a perfect time to sit down next to a cracked window, listen to the rain, and finish up my book. About mid-storm when the power went out, this is what I did instead:
- Fumble for candles and matches; trip over dog in process.
- Overreact to thunder and corral all fur babies (and myself) to the hallway for safety.
- Frantically search the internet via mobile for information on the weather.
- Post to Facebook to let everyone know how I spent what I imagined to be my final hour.
- Realize that cell phone battery won't last forever. Adjust power settings and set aside for emergency use.
- Become impatient, decide to leave shelter of hallway to take pictures of the storm from the window.
- Determine that the worst of the storm has passed; release pets from hallway.
- Laugh at self for trying to plug in cell phone, turn on lights, and switch on ceiling fan.
- Pour wine; settle for merlot as to avoid opening the refrigerator for the pinot grigio.
- Realize that lighting ten different scented candles at the same time, in the same room, was a bad idea. Search for unscented candles.
- While searching for candles, find never opened leather conditioning kit for couch. Consider trying it, then decide to sit on couch with wine instead.
- Attempt to read Kindle by candlelight. Fail.
- Explain to the dog why he can't go outside in the thunderstorm; wish for dog sized litter box.
- Eat entire box of goldfish crackers for dinner; finish wine.
- Resign to go to bed early. Get settled just in time for power to return, lighting up the entire house.
