I find it odd that every time something happens around my part of town, our power goes out. Rainy day ? Power’s out. Transformer explosion? Power’s out. Hurricane force winds? Power’s out. Ice storm? Power’s out. Fifteen minutes of hell breaking loose around us? Power’s out.
Saturday evening, the wind picked up, the rain slammed down, the trees were swaying this way and that and I prayed that the power wouldn’t go out. The lights flickered and I prayed harder. I don’t know why I thought it would end any other way. But sadly, the power went kaput. And thirty minutes later, five adults and two children showed up at our house for our planned dinner party.
It would have been nice to have electricity. To have more light. To have air conditioning. To not have to use the bathroom with the company of a flashlight. But we didn’t have it. And thank goodness for great friends because it didn’t bother them at all. We still ate, talked, laughed, took turns holding the smallest person there – who needs electricity to enjoy each other?
The generator was eventually pulled out and started. We plugged in the fridge, a lamp, a fan and later, the television for another little person. But no one made their stay shorter because of what we were missing. So while I’m still upset that 15 minutes of storming caused our power to be out for 24 hours (apparently dishwashers don’t start without it), I’m again grateful for the people in my life. I hope they had a fun time filling up their bellies, catching up on stories and handing out hugs. I know I did.