Tomorrow we’ll have beef and okra stewed in tomato sauce and the day after tomorrow….or whenever….I’ll just thaw the garlic and orange roast that’s cooked and in the now operational freezer. I caught up on the dishes, washed the sheets that were in the washer all day fermenting in that nasty “wet dog” smell because the water was old. I fed my family the Texas-fried steak and convinced my 13 year old that he REALLY needed a nap. (Apparently, teasing and fighting the 11 and 12 year olds is exhausting work, too.)
Because we have such low water pressure out here by the beach, we require electricity to pump the water up to the upper floors of the apartment building. Soooooo, guess what we ALSO didn’t have for the last nearly 30 hours? That’s right. Water. I did have water, but not via the faucet. I kept sending the boys downstairs with buckets and empty soda bottles to fill up from the house on the ground floor. Whatever. It worked. And I gave the bathroom a much needed cleaning and flushed a couple of times….just.because.I.could.
So, the next time your power pops off for a couple of hours during an electrical storm, just remember: It could be worse. You COULD live in the Middle East where some idiot could be digging a foundation for a new apartment building and because he’s doing it without the proper licensing or permission, his digger could cut a major grid cable in half and you could be a really long time without internet and the ability to read MY blog. And that would be terrible. Oh, the humanity!