Insult to In-Jury

Or not.  I dodged that judicial bullet and got dismissed after the first day.  That doesn’t mean last week wasn’t action-packed.  It was so busy that I had no time for blogging.  Hence, this will be a blog-mash-up.  Sorry.

While I was stewing in the jury assembly room Monday, we had horrendous weather come through town.  It looked like midnight when I looked outside at 9:30 AM.  It was intensely uncomfortable, being so cut off from my kids or news of what was happening (cell phones were not allowed on premises).  When I ran home later, our house was ok, our back porch looked like Carol Ann’s closet (Sorry about all the Poltergeist references.  I simply cannot help myself.), and we had no power.  We had no power for 3 days.  We did our best.  Fortunately, the temps stayed low, so we didn’t swelter like we would after a hurricane.  I told the kids we were “practice camping.”  They did great, all things considering.  We had “campfire breakfasts” on our Coleman stove.  They liked the candles and flashlights.  They were pissed about the Spongebob moratorium.  By the end, we all were much relieved to have power back.  I was tired of selling “no power is cool,” and the kids were certainly tired of buying it.

Cross over, Carol Ann!

Cross over, Carol Ann!

Trying to rock out breakfast by headlamp and propane camp stove

Trying to rock out breakfast by headlamp and propane camp stove

Spongebooooooob!

Spongebooooooob!

Work has been extra special.  Thursday (fortunately I was telecommuting at home), we got notification of  problems with our water supply.  When I came back in Friday, these signs were everywhere.

No ambiguity here

No ambiguity here

It’s not even “Please refrain from drinking.”  It’s “Don’t Touch It.”  They have since claimed it safe to drink, but haven’t supplied any information about what happened and why the water became so discolored.  We do water sampling for our jobs, dammit.  We’re not dummies.  If any crowd needs a bit more information, it’s us.  I’ll be buying bottled water for a while up here.

This past weekend was the annual Farm Day we go to as well as a cousin’s birthday party in which we brought our foam machine.  I saw some buzz on Facebook later, speculating if we rent it out.  Hmmmmmm.  Maybe a way to earn some extra scratch.

Horsey love.  This was the "princess horse."

Horsey love. This was the “princess horse.”

Giddy up, dude!

Giddy up, dude!

They have lots of paint at Farm Day.

They have lots of paint at Farm Day.

Foam!!

Foam!!

Felix just isn't in to the foam.  He prefers more quiet, solitary fun.

Felix just isn’t in to the foam. He prefers more quiet, solitary fun.

Anyway, gotta go.  Work has fired up like crazy.  Next week, especially, I’m scheduled within an inch of my life.

Y’all have a good week.

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About larva225

Working mom. Is there any other kind? Geologist. Nerd.
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2 Responses to Insult to In-Jury

  1. Anxious Mom says:

    “Do not touch the water”? Omg. I don’t know whether to laugh or be scared.

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