If you know me at all, you know I jump at the chance for adventure. So understandably, I got a little excited when Nick and I came home to a house without electricity.
However, the excitement soon faded when we realized how dark, boring and COLD our Friday night was going to be. We lit every candle in the house, which for a short second was romantic, until we remembered that it was 56 DEGREES IN THE HOUSE! And you just can’t grasp just how inconvenient it IS to lose power until it actually happens to you. It’s not just pitch black… there’s no TV, no computer, no heat, no coffee, fridge/freezer contents in ruin, the list goes on. Furthermore, we found ourselves to be very resourceful when life demanded it.
First and foremost, we took a shot of spiced rum. Then, rolled up a church bulletin and lit the end on fire to light the gas stove to heat some water for hot cocoa. We then proceeded to sit on the couch wrapped in blankets with our cocoa, gazing into each others’ eyes, talking about nonsense into the night. And we got a little camera happy.
The next morning I awoke under a heap of blankets, my nose ice cold. I took a lukewarm shower (whatever warm water was left in the water heater) and proceeded to get ready for the day. Overnight, the temperature in our home had reached an all time low, resting steadily at 48 degrees. Luckily, both Nick and I had commitments outside the home to keep us busy for the day. (Thanks Leah!)
To think that people used to live this way all the time, our poor ancestors! Upon arriving home Saturday evening, our power had returned to it’s rightful place, dwelling happily in our wiring, appliances, computers, flat-irons, and cell phone chargers. Needless to say, we’ve added a ‘fireplace’ column to our budget spreadsheet.