Although this picture is a couple of years old, they were both still in these swings tonight.
The schnook, warm wind, that brought the warm weather also knocked out our power for 2.5 hours. I was grateful for the wood-stove and the camping LED lantern we have in the house. The girls were taking a bath and getting warm after playing outside when the lights went off. Claire's shriek from the tub nearly deafened me. I sprang from my sewing machine and raced into her room to grab the lantern. I got it to the bathroom without mishap. Then I stumbled about in the dark, kicking a toy squirrel into Wishy (our Beagle) and scaring him while trying to light candles. I managed to pilfer through our wood-stove bucket--past the poker, the two pairs of gloves, and the -- Ow!-- stiff metal bristle brush--to grab the lighter.
I wandered around with the lighter on trying not to catch my hair on fire or trip over the dog while the flame flickered in the breeze. By the time I got half-dozen candles lit around the house, I was chuckling thinking about a rock concert I went to with Sean in The Gorge Amphitheater (near Seattle) where everyone was waving their lighters.
What delightful stories do you have of when the power went out? I love a good story!
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