Blowin' in the wind...
"Don't worry, Dad, I'll save you!"Oh the travails I’ve witnessed in the past eight days; I’ve seen righteous men turn feral over a piece of meat that wasn’t prefaced by the word, luncheon, I’ve seen neighbors turn violent over the possession of a Coleman Lantern and I’ve seen noble women reduced to tawdry acts of lewdness for cups of hot coffee and a soap opera update.
Hurricanes bring out the best of folks and the worst of folks.
It was a Sunday like any other; I’d just put Micah down for a nap and decided to have a little lunch before turning on the television for some football. I decided to put the pasta in the microwave before I warmed up my cup of coffee. A decision I will rue until the end of time...
The winds came...
The house shook and I feared for my life... Thank God Micah volunteered to act as my human shield!
The power went out...
Eight days of savagery later I am in love with electricity and worship the very wires that bring it sizzling into my home. God Bless Electricity!
Eight days of no coffee maker...
Eight days of no computer, emails or blogging...
Eight days of primitive animal savagery.
It was barbaric and inhuman!
We had to go to the bathroom in total darkness. It will take me weeks to clean the walls...
Eight days without C.N.N....
Given the performance of every level of
Eight days with a seventeen month old boy and no “Little Einstein” video distractions...
As God is my witness, I will never eat lunch meat again.
Felicia and I celebrated the return of power this evening by watching television in separate rooms and not having to talk to each other at all.
It may have saved our marriage...
Well, I’m going to go now and turn on every single electrical gadget I own and then do a naked dance of joy and celebration.
More later?
For those who may not recall it, my very first post of the year and my predictions, pretty spot on so far, eh?
Pretty soon we’ll all be living in FEMA trailers...
