Jan 2, 2009 at 6:20 PM
Last night, a windstorm kicked up, and started blowing things around. Cold as a tin outhouse on the lee side of a mountain, the wind was trying its darndest to break my HUGE HUGE HUGE glass windows that take up the whole side of the house.

Things are creaking, it sounds like a herd of elephants out there, some branch or something flies into my laundry room from outside and slams against the wall, scaring the bejeesus out of me, and I'm sitting on my couch.

It's the middle of the night, and it's too loud to sleep.

I sigh. At that moment, I miss Costa Rica WAY too much.

Suddenly the power goes out.

Awww. Thanks, God, for reminding me of Costa Rica, where the power goes out like clockwork at least once a week.

I suddenly felt kind of happy.


  1. You're the only person I know who could possibly conceive of a power outage in the middle of a windstorm as being a big improvement to your situation! But hey, why not? Happiness isn't supposed to be logical. :-)

  2. C.S. Perry Says:

    And logic isn't supposed to be happy.
    I learned that the Hard Way.

  3. Hmmmm....sounds sort of peaceful. I like storms in general unless they are the "run for your life" variety.

  4. Cat Says:

    Most importantly, were you wearing pants?