Yesterday evening my TV-DVR watching was interrupted by a power failure caused by sixty-miles-per-hour winds and rain that came sideways. After forty-five minutes, the rain slowed to a sprinkle and I ran to check the rain gauge: 3 3/4 inches in such a short time!
The evening was rather enjoyable; my sister-in-law and I found all sorts of interesting things to keep us entertained during the power outage, like three cop cars going to the neighbors. Evidently their horses had escaped again, and for once they must have headed down the highway instead of coming here! Anyhow, I saw the kids leading them up the driveway after the cops left.
There was quite a light show when a transformer blew, down by the highway.
Now remember, we have a well. So when our power is out we have no water: No flushing, no bathing, no way to make coffee. Not a big deal as long as power is restored before too long.
When Cliff came in from work at 3 A.M., there was still no power. OK, we have a freezer chock-full of meat; I began to worry. Unable to sleep when I'm worried, I got up.
If only I had a battery-powered radio so I could listen to the news and weather, I thought; then I remembered there was one back at the cabin. I put on my Muck boots and with flashlight in hand, waded mud to get back there and retrieve it, only running into a couple of cobwebs on the way.
At six o'clock A.M., I saw the sister-in-law taking her dog out, getting ready to go to work; I went out to let her know that there were only three or four homes without power. I knew this because I had taken a stroll around the yard in the dark, checking to see who had lights and who didn't; I wondered if Kansas City Power and Light would take their sweet time, since so few people were involved.
Thank goodness, while we were talking the dusk-to-dawn light came on and we knew we were back in the modern age of light switches and indoor plumbing.
I came to the house, flushed the stool, and made coffee.
Life is good. Except that I need a nap.