Saturday, September 08, 2012

Powered Down

We are recovering from windstorms that knocked out power for three days. No lights and no electronics. Three days. I have learned things about myself.

  • I don't like camping - not outside, not in the house, not even at the best place in the world - if it doesn't involve all my comforts. 
  • One of my comforts is hot coffee two seconds after I roll out of bed.
  • Another of my comforts is turning on my laptop two seconds after my first sip of coffee.
  • I hate messing with propane and "campstoves" to make my coffee. (Scratch that. I hate messing with propane and campstoves.)
  • It takes about ten years to make a pot of coffee on a campstove. It's like trying to make lava with a match.
  • Toddlers and new puppies are tough to entertain when you are cranky.
  • Toddlers don't know their own strength.
  • Puppies don't know to run like hell when they see Pebbles or Bam-Bam coming.
  • This is the puppy 
  • This is the puppy cornered by Bam-Bam

  • Even when there is a power outage, I will hit a light switch every time I walk into a room. Every. Time.
  • My family can only take about 3 hours and 22 minutes of me being cranky. 
  • I have the most awesome best friend. She came over and picked me up for lunch just to get me out of the house. And because my sister called her and said, "Come get her before we kill her."
  • The House of Bread is the best (and I mean the BEST) neighborhood hangout. Their fresh breads and sandwiches will substitute for Prozac any day. 
  • Fox News had better news coverage of the storm than our local paper.
  • I hate Fox News.
  • Give men control over the generator during an outage and they make sure to hook up the freezer, fridge and TV. I'm not kidding. Because the Cowboys are playing. I'm really not kidding.
  • Families grow closer during power outages in Alaska. We have to keep warm somehow.