So. They weren’t kidding when they said the windstorm would be big. I kind of thought they were, which is why C and I were out buying gingerbread house kits on Thursday instead of batteries, ice, and big flashlights. Well, we learned our lesson. Power went out Friday morning at 12:45 am and didn’t come back until evening of Sunday.
Day 1, morning: This isn’t so bad. Food still fresh for breakfast and lunch. Fireplace keeping the place mostly warm. Crafts with a hat on.
Day 1, evening: Hmm. This kind of sucks. All the candles in the house and the place is still barely visible. Bed is cold. Reheated pizza in a saute pan only so-so as a dinner, even by candlelight. Radio and flashlight take C batteries, can only find D batteries in house.
Day 2, morning: Hey! We have gas hot water!! Went for a run, now that most trees have been cleared. Hot shower. No coffee. Getting cranky, not sure I can handle another afternoon/evening of darkness. Decide to make a break for it. Pack your bags, C, we are heading north. C picked 3 books, a small blanket, her monkey, and a sheet of bubble wrap. Hear of long lines and fights at gas stations–thank goodness for a full Prius! Tossed my passport and C’s birth certificate in case we want to hit Canada.
Day 2, afternoon: After an hour of driving, the excitement of adventure is wearing off. Vancouver still 2 hours away. Mount Vernon, WA. Now, that sounds quaint. Although the "cafe" is really a diner. And the children’s museum is sponsored by the freight industry. And the steakhouse in the parking lot of the hotel is called the "Buzz Inn" and you order at the counter. And the people next door knock on the door to tell me they are leaving at 4 am and will try not to wake us up. Hmmm. Chain lock! But C was happy to color in the hotel, and I was happy to read after sundown at 4:30 and we were both happy to have a warm bed. Oh, and a DQ cone makes everything better.
Day 3: Up and off to the hotel lobby for breakfast. Instant oatmeal and a bagel, but the price was right (included with the room). Back on the road and home for a warm shower and prepping to see the matinee of the Nutcracker. We had been prepping for this for 3 weeks–reading the book and listening to the CD. Except for some fidgeting, C very good for the show. Walk around downtown Bellevue and do some Christmas shopping (us and every other house still without power apparently).
Day 3, evening: See people 6 deep waiting for tables at Cheesecake Factory. Cross street to another restaurant–no wait! Real food, with actual vegetables. Walk past Snowflake lane and then drive home…lights along 116th, looking good, looking good…oh no! no lights on Juanita!…wait, I see Christmas lights…yes! Power is back at our house! Return home to a toasty 54 degrees and turn on every light. Put C to bed. Try to figure out exact order of power on/off for the modem and router to get internet back (turns out there is a third box as well). G arrives home to warm house at midnight.
Day 4: Fridge emitting offputting odor. No milk for breakfast. Stores have no milk. But the coffee shop had milk! Woohoo! Much of neighborhood still without power, causing bad commute home. G left to clean out the fridge and freezer. Yuck. Could have been much worse; was and still is for many. C and I survived on our own!