The power is off. Puter dies.
Head for the garage, where your better half lives most of the time.
“Honey . . . did you do that?”
Better half laughs – laughs some more – rolls the eyes.
Shut garage door. Swear he has something to do with power outage!
Funny . . . how the world seems to STOP, when the power goes out.
Couldn’t read blogs, or write blogs.
Couldn’t iron white shirt or skirt for tomorrow.
Couldn’t cook or bake or microwave.
Couldn’t sit by a fire.
Hubbie reminds me that ….. It’s my fault, since I made him move from our home that had a Wood fireplace!
CRAP! CRAP again.
Grab a book – no.
Change 150 clocks in the house – Spring forward sucks!
Play the piano – yes. My Piano never fails me!
Play the piano for two straight hours while power is out.
Play loud and hard . . . annoy hubbie, whom you believe made the power go out!
This isn’t me.
I started playing piano when I was five . . . she’s three.
When the power goes out, I’m very thankful for my piano.
I’m thankful for a Mom who made me practice.
I’m thankful for a Dad who paid for those lessons.
I’m thankful for a piano teacher who stuck with me for 13 years.
I’m thankful that the power just came back on . . . 2 1/2 hours later.
I betcha you’re thankful this post is over.
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