Aw yeah. We got power back on Friday evening. When it happened, whoops and hollers and cheers and applause and shouts were heard up and down the street. People on lazy strolls ran home, presumably to turn on as many lights as possible.
Unfortunately, Tenny did not fare so well.
RIP, Tenny the Telephone Pole.
Just kidding! Tenny's head was put onto another pole. He got a body lift-- and who couldn't use one of those, am I right, ladies?
In the same way that the sink turns into a biology project around these parts if you don't stay on top of washing your dishes, the bugs start reclaim the house in the absence of electricity. Here's their precarious ceiling-fan home.
We still don't have cable, so the f and I spent most of Saturday reading in recliners. He read an entire book, I finished an excellent memoir I began reading the other day. Then we watched a hilarious Louis CK standup special on DVD. It made me kind of dread the return of cable and its too many choices that blot out better choices. Since getting power back, we've already hung out with the neighbros and our other friend Jonathan 100% less than we had the rest of the week.
Now with all this power...what will we do?
Trying so hard to recall my recent dream with the Flaming Lips' Wayne Coyne...must be so much better than all those hurricane/survival- inspired anxiety dreams...