Wakin up in the dark
We had a violent (short) wind storm very early this morning. It woke me up, but I went right back to sleep. Later (who knows how long) Trent said, "Why's the clock off?"
A check of the hallway yielded the info that we had a power outage (no nightlight). I got up and called DP&L. Worked my way through the automated attendant whilst freezing--ok, a check of the indoor thermometer with my flashlight said it was only 58...but in my undies and a T-shirt, that's cold enough!--and learned we had as much as an hour to wait. I jumped back in the bed and we thanked Buddha for our two little furnaces in fur.
The nightlight snapped back on about 20 minutes later & I spent the morning helping our clocks recover while Trent got ready.
Since it all turned out ok, it was fun to start the day with a crisis.
I also had fun with Direct TV. The old box on the TV upstairs (they won't replace it till it dies) wasn't getting local channels after the outage. I worked it over & nothing fixed it. I HATE calling them because first you have to play SimonSays with the computer THEN it sends you to India where they can't understand you and won't believe anything you say...I had worked my way nearly all the way through the computer when the locals popped back on. The automated attendant said: "Please restate your problem" -- I responded, "You're on my effin' tits!" and hung up.
:-) Hey, I know Buddha wouldn't have done that, but he never had to deal with Direct TV! Felt all good in my bad parts!
And book wise I have two confessions to make: 1) I hadn't read "Invention of Hugo Cabret" (this year's Caldecott) until it won. I loved it bunches!
And Confession number 2) I am hooked on listening to "Women's Murder Club" books thanks to the TV series. I just finished number four--which while completely unbelievable, was a lot of fun. Like I am supposed to believe that half the population of Halfmoon Bay is abusing their children, selling children into slavery, dealing in child porn? And Lindsay's court case was equally unrealistic--but I just popped in CD 1 of book five! Woo hoo!
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And that book is on my bookshelf waiting for me to read...
Oh, dear ones who complain about the wind...
You do not live in Wyoming. What you had was a mild breeze. Come to our outlandish netherland where hurricane speed winds whip over the plains from one direction and over the mountain and down into the valley in the other direction. Sleeping is sureal as the windows, wall and entire wall shake. My wife is from California and thought it was an earthquake when she saw the toilet water shaking...turned out to be the wind shaking the house. I, myself, keep my eyes peeled for a T-Rex.