Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Don't worry, nobody got shot or was acting adulterous in this blackout.
Saturday night the weather in Iowa and the rest of the Midwest was nasty. Freezing temps, biting winds, snow, ice - they even started cancelling church for Sunday morning. Hubs and I hunkered down with some homemade pizza, some presents to wrap and White Christmas.
The power flickered.
"Isn't it weird that we've lived here almost two years and we've never had a major power outage?" I ask, clearly dooming us.
"Yeah," says Hubs (such a talker, that one!).
Flicker. Flicker. Hubs goes on a beer run to the corner store because it's going to be a long night. Opening line of White Christmas. Rousing rendition of Gee, I Wish I was Back in the Army.
Flicker. Flicker. Dark.
Hmmmm, I think to myself (who else would I be thinking to, by the way? I'm not as telepathic as I'd like to be). If the power is out and stays out, so does the heat. Panic. Panic! It's going to be cold tonight! We have a cold-blooded turtle! Ay yi yi!
Hubs returns and creates a calming environment.
The power stayed off until about 4:00 a.m., but we only know that because our neighbor told us. Around midnight, we packed up the reptile and cats and made our way a few blocks to the Ramada.
Don't even pretend to look surprised.