But Snoopy was nowhere to be found.
It was stormy last night. And dark. Inside and out. Follow me past the orange doodle for the whole sad saga.
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So, like I said, it was a dark and stormy night. The tree branches were tossing in the wind, rain intermittently spacking against the windows.
Suddenly, long about 9:30, there was a booming kind of noise outside, and the lights went out. Crap. Is it just us? Rich looked out at the street. Nope, the whole neighborhood is black as the inside of a cow. Phooey.
Out come the candles, and Rich took a candle in a glass jar up to his parents, then followed it with a nice long taper. We kicked back for a while, waiting to see if the power would magically fix itself, but alas. The house remained lit only by candlelight. I picked up the iPad and finished reading a horribly edited book about the Titanic, and then we got bored and went to sleep.
By 2:30 AM, it was getting rather cold in the house. No power to run the furnace fans and thermostat, you know. Also, the original windows in a cheap 1970's split entry house let quite a draft in on a windy night. I was snuggly warm in my bed, though, buttressed by two cats and a fuzzy body pillow. I awoke to the sounds of Rich building a fire in the Jotul wood stove. Crumpling newspaper, wood being precisely placed, lighter flicking. And then the crackling sounds of fire.
A few minutes later, as I dozed on my way back to sleep, my father in law called down the stairs, wanting to know if we were cold. Rich informed him that he was building a fire, so we would not be cold. FIL complained that he and MIL were freezing, and couldn't get warm, even in bed. Oh, noez!! Under my breath, I muttered, "You'd be warmer if you'd replaced the windows, you cheap old fart."
Still, we couldn't be mean to them, so I suggested that we put a kettle on the wood stove and make a pot of hot tea for them. He did so, and to their amazement, brought them hot tea. His mom exclaimed over the thought that we could make tea without electricity.
We had our own pot of tea, and then I was not warm, I was overheated. We let the fire die down, and when I returned to normal body temp, I went back to bed. The power finally came back on a little after 6 AM. I missed it; I was fast asleep, cats and husband by my side.
And you thought this was going to be about Snoopy. ;)
On to the comments!
From Avilyn:
In Muskegon Critic's first C!U!A! diary, The Straight Up Santa Truth, tmservo433's comment about his family's tradition when he was a child brought tears to my eyes & really shows the spirit of the holidays.
From
Yasuragi:
Another great comment from kevinbr38!
From
4Freedom:
I agree with Old Grumpy's on target comment.
From
BeninSC:
I found this fine comment by We Shall Overcome while reading the diary, before I read Meteor Blades's reply that might have served as a flag. We Shall Overcome's comment explains why a Bernie Sanders candidacy in 2016 could be a terrific thing! (Of course, Meteor Blades's wonderful diary on the subject makes the case, too!)
Finally, from
me:
A sweet, funny comment by Ysmene in BoiseBlue's touching diary, The woman who commanded the world by her own hand was the same woman who cried at Dumbo.
This needs to be said over and over again. Thanks, karma5230.
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