The power went out again last night for the 3rd time in 3 weeks. This time for about 4 hours. Not sure why, but it’s been a common occurrence in West Seattle since “WIND STORM 2006″ in mid-December. We always get along just fine given many of our appliances run on gas. Gas fireplaces, gas stove, gas water heater. I just feel bad for the local businesses – especially the grocery stores which must lose thousands of dollars every time their frozen foods defrost. The darkness does make for an eery drive home, however. Drifting up California in the black, not a single light to be seen barring the lonely flicker of a candle here or there. Last night was “date night” – a rare chance to hang with Katrina one on one. We caught the 5:40 (6:00 after commercials and previews) showing of The Departed and then wandered over to Coldwater Bar & Grill in the Westin for crab legs and a shank of lamb. When we arrived at home, the search was on for the house flashlight. Katrina’s sister, Angie, already had a few candles burning, but the downstairs was entirely in the dark. The thing is, I just saw the flashlight a couple days ago while doing something else around the house. But could I remember where I saw it? No. Not at all. It wasn’t until I stood in the dark and, in my mind, relived every moment of the past couple days that I finally had the “aha” moment. I carefully felt my way around the utility room closet and there it was – the elusive red house flashlight. We had light and life was right again. And then the power came on…
Nice blog!