No power. That's right, no electric power. That what happened shortly after I had breakfast this morning, the power went "ZAP!" Gone.
When Bill and I lived on our heavily wooded 6.875 acres in Pennsylvania, power outages were almost a weekly occurrence. Just about every time there was a strong wind, tree limbs broke and fell on the power lines lining the road to our house. I am not exaggerating folks, at least twice a month we would have power outages. Yet another reason I moved to Delaware. I just got so tired of the friggin power outages in Pennsylvania.
Since we moved to Delaware in 2006, I could count the power outages on one hand (four). This morning, the power went out THREE TIMES. Yes, you read that right . . . THREE TIMES, thus setting a new record. The power finally came on at 12:30 PM. Total time out, about three hours.
So thank you car driver, who obviously was driving too fast for conditions. I checked the Internet and the local news this morning after the first power outage and it said 7,000 power customers were without power. Eventually 22,500 customers were without power.
Bill and I joke about the number of dangerous trees and utility poles which seem to be always in the way of some of our more reckless and speeding drivers here in Sussex County. I'm waiting for some genius to propose banning said dangerous trees and utility poles along side the roads.
Seriously though, I think why there are so many car meets utility pole and the utility pole wins, is because the land is so flat down here and the spaces wide open. Some people are like little kids when they see the big open spaces in supermarkets, they think they have to go as fast as they can. That is until they hit a tree, utility pole or my legs (which has happened often to me in the supermarket when one of these little darlings is on a running rampage.)
So that's the excitement today folks. I'm still hobbling around on my cane, trying not to displace my knee pad again and thus hit the ground. Tomorrow I have an appointment for an MRI to asses the damage to my cartilage and ligaments. I'm fearing for the worst because when I was showing off this morning by sliding out of my bed (Dr. Spo was on FaceTime with me, I was showing him how I have to maneuver myself out of bed), I could feel my knee pad slipping again! Oh no.
But you know folks, I still consider myself lucky in spite of the spate of bad things that have been happening the past week. My friend and fellow blogger friend "Jon" of "Lone Wolf Concerto" (see HERE) fell and slide on the icy snow outside his new house in the country in Tennessee in minus 15 degree weather and hurt his back. Thank goodness he was able to crawl back to his house. And then to top everything else off, his pipes froze and flooded his house. Cickety!
By the way, pay a visit to Jon's blog. It's one of the best out there. And why? Because he is an excellent writer and he's honest. And he's a nice guy. I don't remember how I found his blog but I'm glad I did.
So that's it for today folks. I'm going to finish watching my Woody Allen movie "You're Going To Meet a Tall, Dark Stranger" tonight. I'm ready for some dull and boring times. I've had just a little too much drama around here recently. And yes, I do hope to getting back to posting more about my trip to California. I'm only about 20% through those photos and videos. And by the way, I was thinking if I was stayed in California for January and February, I wouldn't be in the situation where I am now. But as Forest Gump famously said: "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to find." Indeed.
