A newly-installed utility pole drooped at just about a perfect 45º over the road about a half-mile from our house in a pop-up thunderstorm yesterday. We were without power for about five hours, and had no cable (which means no telephone or Internet either) for some time longer than that.
I’m proud of how we handled this as a family. Instead of concentrating on the negative and grousing about the interruption in services, we enjoyed the glorious solitude. We reconnected with one another. We talked about hopes, dreams, and BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Yeah, couldn’t quite get all the way through that.
It sucked. Everybody bitched. I was especially cranky. We finally got power back about 8:30, but there was still no cable, and we’d had enough together time. So we all went to bed, which explains why we all popped right up at 6:00 this morning with nowhere to be—not even a soccer game.
Ooooh, cable’s back. Update Facebook status stat. Somebody turn the TV on. Num num num.