We had a really big storm blaze through the area late yesterday and into the evening. At work we felt the building sway in the wind. It was kind of scary considering we’re sitting in a two-story row house.
When I got home there had been a little rain but nothing much to worry about. The better-half made a pizza run and then we watched Children of Men while eating pizza. The movie and pizza were good but I didn’t realize how much violence was in the movie when we put it on the Netflix list. As a result, I put another movie in between this one and Reservoir Dogs, which was the next one the list.
As the credits rolled and I found out the movie was based on a PD James novel, I began to feel as if I had read the book. But the movie and the memory I have of the book are very different, so perhaps I didn’t read the book after all. Or the adaptation was very different. If we’d ever unpack the book boxes from when we moved two years ago, I could probably answer that question.
After the movie, another storm kicked up and the power went out. The way the power went out was without so much as a flicker so we knew it was going to be a dark night (although isn’t night usually dark). The storm itself didn’t end up being much but as we found out this morning, a power pole snapped in two down the road from us. I suspect it will be late tonight before the power comes back on.
The generator was cranked up at 6 am (sorry neighbors) so I could take a shower and go to work. Normally, we aren’t those obnoxious people who crank up the generator at the first sign of a power outage and then let it run day and night. I hate that—generators are raise-the-dead loud and who wants to listen to that all the time? But, at our house no electricity equals no water so we had no choice because there is no way I’m going to work without showering. My hair alone would be enough to make me a social pariah.
