…to brag about how our power won’t go out when everyone else’s does, just because of the neighborhood….
There was a terrific thunder and lightning storm today and enough pounding rain at a perfect angle to cover the floors of all of the rooms with open windows. I don’t have any rags or towels but I did buy a sponge mop so it’s come in handy and our floors are rain-water clean and fresh now.
About 2 pm this afternoon the power went out. Confident that it’ll come on in five minutes like it did last night, I opened the fridge and stared at the items while deciding what to make for dinner later. After all of the cold air had escaped, I realized that was pretty stupid, so shut it and haven’t opened it since.
It’s now 6.5 hours and counting. Thom and I drove to an internet cafe and were delighted to find hours like the U.S. for grocery stores. (In Rome, everything closed down early and was closed on Sundays, so you had to plan ahead.) On our way out we saw the ZESCO people working on a line close to our house. Thom rolled down his window and one said, “You’ll be very happy in about two hours.” Two hours?
We heard another report on Ozzie today. Because he’s been acting down in the dumps (according to my dad), my dad brought him into the office (he and my brother run a construction company so they work together daily). My dad sent this email with the subject heading “Suspicious Activity”: