The power went out last night, which is always a dicey situation with a preschooler. When it happened, we were eating dinner, and there was still plenty of daylight coming through the window to see what was on our plates. But still Nora — who was sitting closest to the window — burst into tears and complained that she couldn’t see her food. We managed to cheer her up after dinner by playing shadow puppets and Shine the Flashlight on Everything (Including Mama and Dada’s Retinas) and reading extra stories — by camping lantern — at bedtime.
Still though, once we got her in bed, we were exhausted. And bored. So we finished the bottle of wine we’d opened for dinner and then complained about our hardships. So hot without air conditioning! No wi-fi! What of our DVR recordings?!
Because we are weirdos, we decided to express our tales of woe in Civil War-era letters, as one does. Pretend “Ashokan Farewell” is being played on quavery violin as you read these (see photos) and you’ll have the vibe just right.
Our power came back on after several hours, and we survived our wrenching ordeal. Sure, it was inconvenient, but we got a pretty great memory out of it, and plenty of laughs over candlelight.