Blackout

Last night we lost power. Nothing notable or unusual about it; it happens quite often out here in the in country and we are always prepared with hurricane lamps, flashlights, candles, etc. When all went dark (except the laptop of course) we just went into getting the items together mentioned above.


My oldest daughter (Blossom) mentioned how it wasn't even seemingly surprising to us, rather it was more like we expected it to happen and just did what needed to be done. This is true, its become so routine that things are always accessible and ready in wait for the time to come.


We wandered out onto the front porch to see if it was lightning or anything since there was no rain, mostly out of satisfying curiosity then anything really useable could be gained from doing it as most of the neighbors that we can see windows from are only "summer homes" or a pole barn. It was enough to determine that in fact we weren't the only ones out of power and we headed to find the cell phone to call the electric co-op. This is when we noticed an odd glow up the road a bit and Blossom announced that she was going to walk up the road to make sure nothing was on fire ....again.

The next thing I know blossom has recruited the two younger girls (Bug and Hillbilly) to go along for the walk in the PITCH BLACK night. Bug is standing in the road with Blossom when Hillbilly comes running out of the house like her hair was on fire with a blanket wrapped around her. I told her "I don't care if you go too, but NO blanket!". She turned and ran back into the house as I told the other girls to wait for her.

I stood on the porch talking to the girls waiting for Hillbilly to return. Time was moving slowly but she was gone for a very long time (maybe 5 minutes) or at least what I deemed to be to long to put a blanket inside the house. I walked into the house, no Hillbilly. I walk down the shadowy hallway and I heard a noise to the left of me (Hillbilly's room), so I say "Hillbilly?" I then hear "Mom? Dad?" I moved closer to the door and said to it "Hillbilly what are you doing? The girls are waiting for you by the road!"

*sniff* "I can't find the door knob." *sniff*

"Seriously?" *giggling*

*sniff* "Yeah." *sniff*

I opened the door and was almost knocked over by the two Golden Retrievers that insist on sleeping in that room followed by a very scared child. "HOLY CRAP! Get the dogs! I have open flames and gas lamps all over the place, they can't run wild right now." The chase was on......

I managed to capture the female quickly and put her in Blossoms room. Hillbilly was right behind me and said "That was the boy mom."

"Nope that was her" as I turned and looked down the hallway toward the living room where there stood my 100lb, 1 year old male with a toy in his mouth and ready to play chase again. I was able to wrangle him and toted him back to the darkened bedroom against his will. The door shut and dog contained I turned to tell Hillbilly she could now join the other kids outside, she wasn't there.

"Hillbilly?"

"Mom." came from behind the door again.

"Did I lock you in again?" *giggling

"Yep. You sure did!" *laughing*

I flung the door open again and shooed her out while attempting to keep the dog contained at the same time. Finally free, she hugged me and ran out the door.

The power came back on at around midnight with every stinking light in the house blazing! UGH! Sometimes country life can be really stressful! LMAO