Yes. Fifteen days without electricity and no end in sight. I’ll pause while you ponder the irony of me being without electricity, given that I work for a power company. Please cover your mouth as you stifle the laughter. We are hanging in there, but it’s tough since half of our subdivision has electricity, including the neighbors across the street from us. We’re in the half that doesn’t have it. It’s very frustrating to look out the windows at night and see lights all around us. It was almost better when the whole neighborhood was dark, not that I begrudge anyone for getting their electricity back. I just live vicariously through them, looking longingly at the glow of their big screen TV’s when I drive by their houses.
We’ve tried laughing about it, but as I’m fond of saying when one of Hubby’s jokes has worn thin, “It has ceased to be funny.” I’m also fond of saying, “Sucks to be me.” Both phrases apply to our situation. I understand why we are still in the dark, and I know the folks working on it have a monumental task, so I’ll just have to be patient a little while longer. I’m just having a little pity party for myself this evening and thought I’d invite you.
May I remind you of why we are without power? I’ve grown to hate this stinkin’ pole. It glares at me every night when I come home. Taunting me, jeering at me from the corner. If I thought I wouldn’t get in trouble, I’d light the dadburn thing on fire and do a little dance all around it. The weather is unseasonably warm, so we don’t need much heat, but we are still burning up a gazillion dollars in gasoline every day with the generator. In fact, I’m using up Teen Angel’s college fund to run the washing machine right now. I’m certainly glad the price of gasoline dropped a little before all of this started or she’d be enlisting in the Army to pay for her education in a couple of years.
We’ll get through this, and one day we’ll look back and laugh at some of the memories we’ve created during this disaster. Right now, I’m just trying to figure out how many amps that Margaritaville drink machine will pull on the generator.
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