And Wordless Thursday...

Something terrible happened yesterday.
A huge storm came blowing through and knocked out our power. Imagine me calling Power Gen., "I know there's a line down, but this is serious, I CAN'T BLOG, PEOPLE!".

Ok, I didn't really make that call--oh yeah, because I didn't have a phone. Or a router to use my broadband. Or water.
When we lose power, we lose water because we're on a well with a pump.
I'm all for 72-hour preparedness and all, but when you take away my electricity AND a way to clean the mud off my boys, I can get a little cranky.

Ask the poor pizza guy who watched me melt down in front of him over two large, cold pizzas (they failed to call out my order when it was up. I was sitting in front of the counter, with nothing to occupy me. Believe me, I didn't miss the announcement, "145? Your order, that has taken double the time to fill than what I quoted you, is up and now we're gonna put it on a shelf and hope your psychic abilities come through for you so that you know to come up here and ask for it"
I still had an hour's drive home with cold pizzas and no way to heat them. They got them back. I came home food-less.

But it gets better. When we have no power, we have no water and our heat is fueled by water (ok, it's fueled by oil--very expensive oil, .42p a liter oil and we just spent nearly one thousand smackers taking our oil tank up to a less-nerve racking level than almost empty). The oil heats the water which then flows through our floors and our radiators. It's no good without it.
So my kids were huddled into one room where we have a propane-fueled fireplace. It was a big, fun, camp-out for them. Not so much for me. Sleeping in the same room as my lifeless computer.

Two things I discovered during this strength-building experience.
I missed you.
And I'm definitely a nutter.