We had a minor, itty bitty, insignificant, tiny, very little, minute taste of Ivan last night when the winds and rain decided to mercilessly kill our power.
At the time it happened, just after 7:00, we were in the bedroom—Miles was napping and I was reading. The moment it transpired, he jackknifed into a sitting position and manically started complaining that it was too hot, too still, blah blah blah. After that round of blubbering, he began to whine that there was nothing to do and that he was bored: this, from the boy napping during the prime have-fun hours of a Friday night. Meanwhile, I marked my place in the book, and settled down for a little rest and reflection.
I guess, unlike Miles, my nervous system isn't hot wired to electricity. I actually enjoy blackouts. I like the quiet, I like knowing that there isn't a bit of work I could be doing at that very moment .
Anyway, I dozed off and on for about an hour, Miles moaning his dissatisfaction with the situation intermittently. I awoke to the phone ringing and the electric company telling us that the estimated time for restoration was 11:00. Unwilling to deal with a pestering Miles for several more hours, I agreed to accompany him to the Cinema Grill to see I, Robot….AGAIN. It IS a good movie, but twice in 5 days is a little much.
We returned to a house-enlightened.
