Writing Wrongs

June 09, 2005

Itís true. We have no power at home. Some huge storms swept through the other day, and as a result a tree on our property fell and took the power lines with it. Last night, we stayed at a Best Western near the kidsí daycare. Itís your typical by-the-interstate type of place except for the totally awesome mini-water park. This is where Andrew exhausted himself. The second his head hit the pillow, he was sound asleep and he still looked tired this morning (but ready for another round in the pool, should the chance arise).

So I may be scarce for a few days. Weíre thinking no one wants to trek through the woods behind our house and try to distinguish power lines from branches and all the rest. No doubt theyíre saving us for last.

Itís not the lack of electricity that bothers me, itís the lack of coffee. I donít even care if itís that in-room-brew-it-yourself swill hotels try to pass off as coffee. I. Need. Caffeine. Two cups. Then Iím a human being again. Showers, food, blow dryers, and all the rest?


Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 11:36 a.m.