So Papa brought out his generator (he bought it for Hurricane Rita) and we had light and a fan in the kitchen. I gave the boys a bath by candlelight. Then they kept asking to go to bed. Does that ever happen? Grandma and Papa threaded the extension cords through the fireplace and plugged in two fans in the living room. It was time for a slumber party.
The boys did finally fall asleep, about where you see thme in the picture, with their animals (Zoo and Lambie). It didn't leave much room for pregnant mommy and her giant body pillow. Grandma and Papa hit the floor.
Needless to say, midnight came and went with no power. At about 1:30am, I got up to go to the bathroom, for the 3rd time, and noticed headlights on the street. The power guy was back. Papa went out to talk to him. We could see flashlights and people walking in the backyard behind ours. They were installing a new transformer. The power should be back on in 45 minutes. We could only hope. I was laying there thinking, well at least I have something to blog about now. I was dreaiming up post titles: And in the 7th hour, let there be light! About that time, 2:30am, the lights came back on. I slowly carried all things, including kids back upstairs to the bedroom, so we could all sleep in a little and not be up at the first sign of daylight. What a night! Bring on the coffee!
And Papa, gas up the generator, there's a Tropical Storm headed your way......
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