So, Amanda, why so long? What have you been doing?
My loves, we've been busy.
Well that's rather vague. Please elaborate.
Righty-O
Well I've been food-sperimenting.
Hibachi soup and steak bites
A one pan Fajitas meal
A visually underwhelming but good meal
Doting on the cats
Oh and we bought a house and moved. A big adventure in itself!
And the adventure didn't end.
We had a pretty terrible windstorm in WI early March. Loud but everything seemed okay. I finally started to relax, so you can imagine when I was crawling into bed and reaching for the light switch I was a little more than startled to hear a horrid tearing sound, thud, and the house going dark.
Magic light switch! It knows when I want the lights off!
Or possibly I just heard something rather awful.
So I walk outside (like someone with a death wish) and take a look in our backyard. I can't see anything wrong.
Do you ever get one of those feelings? One of those gut wrenching, spine tingling, hair on your neck raising feelings?
Because I did. I have never felt that feeling as strongly as I did then. So I booked it. I bee-lined. I ran like a little girl with a swarm of bees after her.
Then my adult senses started tingling and I did what I should have immediately done. I lit a candle, went into Tony's brand spanking newly moved into office, and called the electrical services. Then I waited until 6:30 in the morning for the guys to show up.
And boys and girls, it was a doozey.
We have an electric pole in our back corner of our backyard. That terrible tearing noise I still can't get out of my head? That was the sound of our neighbor's very large tree having its top violently ripped off. Surprisingly, the thud wasn't the sound of tree hitting ground. It was the sound of tree hitting taught wires, ripping off the top of one pole and cracking the pole a few houses down.
I told him not to worry about it, I know it's a crap-ton of work. It feels good to watch the stress and worry drain out of a person when you're understanding.
And why wouldn't I be understanding? He didn't cause my problem. He'll have to (with as it turns out, about 3 crews of people) crawl up and work with live electricity, in frigid temperatures and snow stinging him in the face, while he tries to yell to his crew through a still-nasty wind. Further, they had to cut and remove the widowmaker that caused the problems, and replace 2 poles.
So 7 hours later when the power came back on and all 4? 5? crew trucks left and the power popped on, I was glad noone was hurt.
I'm not thrilled about the tire ruts in the backyard or the branch broken off the lilac, but all things considered, we're more than okay.
Oh no, I have to wear a sweatshirt because it's getting cold! Whatever shall I do?! Are people really that mad about these things? Look, unless you do dialysis or something like that at home, you'll be fine. I promise.
Ah, the first taste of home ownership. A tiny inconvenience but a reminder nonetheless that it's us now, no landlord to call.
Oh, we've also ordered pizza a few times and OH MY GOD THIS IS LIVING. What can I say any better than my father did? I'm a country bumpkin moving into the city.
This country bumpkin has more about those previous mentioned meals and an ongoing project to restore Tony's grandmother's china cabinet. We'll be coming into spring so I get to see what's popping up in our new backyard and adding some more to the landscaping that our FABULOUS previous home owners started.
But for now, I still have so many things to unpack, clothes and dishes to wash, floors to sweep, and most importantly cats to chill with.
