Yes.
This is the third summer in a row some freak disaster has left me without power. The lovely combination of low hanging power cords and an eighteen wheeler through my tiny suburban street was the culprit this time around. The year before that it was a mutant storm. And the year before that it was a blown up transformer. I shudder with excitement at the prospect of what lay in store for me next summer.
As for this run though, the power did come back many hours later. The A/C did die moments later. There was a period of time (a very long period of time) when it seemed like the air conditioning had returned without any effect at all. It was actually running backwards.
But I don't think poorly on the experience. Rather I've taken to the sunnier perspective. This wasn't a very long, strained, possibly insanity inducing recreation of simpler times. It's just a training exercise for the posthumous stay in hell I am so speedily rushing towards.
One day I'll laugh.
And people wonder why I live in the state that I do.
ReplyDeleteHey, I'd hold up on that one.
ReplyDeleteFarmer's Almanac says this year's going to be frigid.
Then who'll be laughing?
...
Me.