Not last night, but the night before, I was sitting on my bed talking to Jason while knitting when the electrically goes out. Then on again then back off. Then it stayed off for a very long time. I told Jason I was now in my room, which is very dark with my “remodel” I have begun on it and wondered what to do. Since being back, which I hate to admit has been almost two weeks, my room is a wreak. I keep putting off cleaning it up which is just mainly me being fully unpacked. I unpacked, but onto my floor, which I don’t think counts as really unpacking. So basically I was stuck on my bed, in the dark, which not a clear path for me to get through to the hall. I yell “Mom?” No answer, I knew she was down stairs watching TV, where is she? “Mom?!” I hear an answer “What do you want me to do?!” I have to laugh, as if I was blaming her for the power being out. This was no time for us women folks to be alone so I decided I needed to get downstairs. But wait, the messy room. I was doomed to fall, but lucky, I remembered the zig-zag path I had made earlier (I know its bad) and made my escape.

After almost an hour of sitting on the couch talking (I had let Jason go as to not have to hear every exciting moment of us finding candles, flashlights, etc) while she held the flashlight so I could knit we decided to make some calls. She found her old “princess” phone since none of ours ran without power and her cell phone was dead. My cell phone was dying but I thought to give my friend Mark a call who lives a few street over from me. He’s remodeling his house now for little over 6 months and everytime the power goes out, even for a second, I call and ask if he’s messing with the wires. He thought it was is house too till we he went on the sidewalk to see the rest of the street out. He wasn’t working on anything electrical so it couldn’t of been him but then he hears police serious from the busy street he lives above. His neighbor asks him if he wants to see what’s up so they drive down and find the police car smashed into a power pole and knocked down one before it. I almost don’t believe the story he’s telling me, but our neighbors went driving to see how far the power went out (is that people do? I mean, I light a bunch of candles and read and stay put) and stumbled across the scene. So, we all knew that meant the power wasn’t coming back on anytime soon. This is all began around 9pm and it was about time for bed anyhow, so we found batteries and my mom and I made our way upstairs. I set my cell phone alarm but also a battery power one too in case my cell phone died before morning.

In the middle of the night the power finally came back on. Why we didn’t think to turn everything off makes me laugh now, but it went on then off again. Then back on a few minutes later. After getting a few more hours of sleep I get up to all the clocks blinking at me or stuck at little past 9 pm. I get ready for work, worried that in the middle of blowing drying my hair the power would go off again. Funny how used we get to having our lives around electricity. No Gilmore Girls tapped (well 29 minutes of it) because that’s on the TV and TiVo. No more surfing the internet, even on a lap top because the router is on power. We have an electric stove (we all hate it with a passion too) so we couldn’t even cook anything. My mom and I thought of being like Joey and eating all the ice cream so it wouldn’t go bad. Still a little disappointed we didn’t. When I got to work I told my coworkers the power out story and one of my coworkers apparently has police connections (little worrisome) because as soon as I finished the story she told me the police offer was fine. I actually was wondering but I was wondering a little more how she knew that. Hmmmm. But yet, the wonders of living in a high-tech world does have its draw back sometimes. But hey, I got some knitting done and a good conversation with my mom, not all was lost.