Well, the post I was writing yesterday will have to wait! The unexpected interruption of a power outage yesterday made it impossible to finish my editing and revising. That post will have to wait until tomorrow, which is good; I’ll have more than one post to publish, this way! I can tell that people are unenthused with my own posts, but that’s fine – my blog isn’t just a hub for spitting out other people’s blogs, especially when they’re disinclined to return the favour. Funny how there’s so much talk about driving traffic to blogs, but one can easily use all of the tricks in the book and still not attain the massive levels that others accumulate. I guess I just don’t have the collector / hoarder mentality, which isn’t a bad thing!
Anyway: back to yesterday’s power outage. It happened at around 1152, according to the time / date stamp on the document I was working on. No warning, just *FOOMP* out go the lights and everything else! I went around the house and unplugged some of the surge-protectors (force of habit), turned off any lights that were on, then opened the sliding-glass door to the front deck and stepped outside to listen.
A few minutes later, the sound of emergency-vehicle sirens were rising, seemingly from all directions. It was as if every one of them on the peninsula had been activated and mobilized, and were all converging in one location. After 20 minutes passed, the beating noise of a helicopter could be heard at a great distance. It slowly got closer, and finally the machine itself hove into view. It moved over the treetops, descending at a low rate of speed, and finally dropped out of sight. About 15 minutes later, the helicopter took to the air again and sped off. Conclusion? An accident of horrific proportions had taken place, resulting in a power pole being taken out. Nothing for me to do but make a quick brunch out of my leftover breakfast and finish my coffee before it got cold.
After eating, I got dressed and walked outside to take a stroll around the property. The hubster has branches stacked by the fire-pit to burn later in the week, and I made note of the shrubs near the house and garage that need to be cut back and cleared. The lawn needs to be tilled; I’m hoping that one of the neighbours will lend us their roto-tiller so we can shred some soil – it’s overdue for some earth-turning!
The sun even came out for a while, just as it’s doing right now. It was nice to walk around and enjoy the silence; the only noise was from a few cars passing on a side-street, but other than that, birds and squirrels were my companions.
After about an hour, I went back inside and checked my phone. At least there was a cellular signal, so I was able to send a few texts and keep updated on the Seattle Mariners game. They beat the Miami Marlins 10 – 5 and won that series after being trounced on Tuesday. Almost a dreaded “no-no” game, there! Since there was nothing else that could really be done, I popped open a bottle of ale, sat down in my rocking-chair, and picked up a Stephen King book which I hadn’t finished: a collection of short stories titled The Bazaar of Bad Dreams. I haven’t quite finished it; I marked some of the stories to save for later so that I have some reading to look forward to, and having a nice stack of crossword puzzles helped me not totally devour the book. My mother-in-law sends me some from time to time, and they’re always a nice form of relaxing brain exercise. Still, I need to order some more books soon! See if Kellerman, Coben, King and Koontz have any new offerings out.
The power finally came back on at 2030, but the cable and internet didn’t return until after 2200 or so. It came on fairly late, as the Conan show was on my DVR this morning, recorded as scheduled – I was in bed by then, since I’d woken up early when the hubster headed out for his own truck-hauling adventure. So, that’s what my Wednesday was: a day without power, but it was perfectly enjoyable!