Well, Old Man Winter came knocking on my door yesterday.
When I yelled “Who is it?”
He blew the wreath off my front door and shook the house.
I did not let him in.
He pelted us with rain and wind. Like he was throwing a tantrum.
And still, I did not let him in.
The kittens and I huddled together. We tried to ignore the howling winds outside.
Our lights blinked off for a moment and then came back on. I can handle the dark. I struggle when I have no heat.
I grew up in a home where we had no electronic games and my television time was limited. If you looked bored you were relegated to “The Opportunity Basket”.
I made it a point to never look bored. I read a lot.
So in a sense I am lucky. If I lose power, all I need is a book and candlelight and I’m good to go for however long the lights are out.
And I have scads of candles.
Ps. … and I’ll blow your house down
