So we (along with two million of our closest friends) lost power on Friday night during the storm LAND HURRICANE WHAT THE FREAKING HELL. We'll likely remain without power for several more days, because fuck us, that's why. (Also: massive trees and downed lines all over the place. That too.)
It's been a long weekend of driving around in the car to keep our phones charged and our children entertained, which sounds easy until you suddenly realize oh hi empty gas tank and powerless gas stations as far as the non-functioning GPS can see because the cell towers are out and WHAT IS THIS LITTLE HOUSE ON THE PRAIRIE? I NEED INFORMATION ABOUT WHERE TO FIND COFFEE.
But besides the fact that my children's bedroom is 90+ degrees and smells like the inside of a gym bag (and let's be honest, my children ain't much better), we are fortunate. We live pretty much in the dead honest center of where the storm touched down. The big trees that fell on our street missed cars and roofs and — oh jebus — people. I battled Wizard-of-Oz style mid-storm to get our wildly flapping screen doors shut and bolted but in the end, we didn't even lose a single plant in the garden. Driving around is surreal and creepy because many, many people in our neighborhood clearly weren't as lucky.
Sure is a pain in the privileged ass, though.
We've taken refuge up at Tracey and Charlie's, greedily soaking up their wifi and outlets to charge our greedy electronics while our greedy children soak up television and non-spoiled milk. We brought Ceiba, wine and a casual attitude about day drinking. And a load of laundry. Cuz PRACTICAL.
I have also claimed the best seat in the house as mah own:
(No, not the preshus cuddly baby. Look behind me. Aw, yeah.)