05 February 2011
our share of this week's storm showed up as ice instead of snow, which was loads of fun in its own right (mostly because the power didn't check out on us, which tends to be a plus).
i was, however, prepared. last time we had a self-respecting ice storm 'twas six years back, and we lost power for five days.
funny story time:
we were fresh off the moving truck, half our lives still packed up in corrugated cardboard and with a houseful of Truly Small People. elle was two months, m two, z four, b newly seven, and i'm sure someone we barely knew warned us about the impending ice, but even so, i didn't fully (or at all) appreciate the message.
to me, a half inch of ice meant don't drive for a while. i didn't know it actually meant crashing trees and power lines and the eerie green light of transformers exploding all across town.
most importantly, i didn't know the part about zero electricity for five days.
i learned my lesson. the end.
so back to now. luckily, by this point the kiddos are made of sterner stuff, and there is no in-house newborn to shriek through diaper changes in a thirty degree living room. i also had beef jerky and peanut butter and several small creeks' worth of stockpiled water (we're on a well, so no power equals no water), plus lanterns and blankets and batteries.
and most importantly, i'd baked cookies. we were Prepared.
(fyi, i used the best white chocolate macadamia nut cookie recipe from whipped, 'cept i changed out the white chocolate for milk because i truly abhor most forms of the albino stuff. i've been told this calls my mental stability into question, but there it is.)
the backyard transformed into a veritable ice rink, and b played broom hockey with neighborhood friends.
indoors we've played speed and scum and bananagrams and twelve thousand games of gang of four.
we've written our sponsored kids all about the excitement of four days off school, and cooked up funny faces for the camera.
(by the way, this is the sort of pictures elle wants me to take when i'm trying to photograph her reading junie b. i'm all, just keep reading like a normal person, and she's like, kay but first get me lifting my eyebrow!)
no basketball games today, and while i feel i ought to be sick with cabin fever i'm truly quite pleased to be clad in sweats with a slow, cozy afternoon before us.
who knew ice days could be so good for the soul?