We are very glad to be back home after the power outage. We were only in the dark about two days, so we were some of the lucky ones in this area. We were at the Pig Out Palace (I kid you not, that's what they call it) and saw about 75 men in trucks pull into the parking lot. They went inside and pushed all their tables together like an old logging camp, and boy did they chow down. Takes a lot of gumption to stand this cold weather, working hours in it like they do. Those linemen sure do have our respect, and thanks. It's a hard job.
The freezer held out good, but there was some funky stuff in the refrigerator that got tossed. Other than that, everything was just the way we left it.
The birds Petrie and Juliet were camped out at the doggy bed and breakfast place (yeah, they take birds there in a pinch), so things were pretty quiet around here until today. Now they're back home, and things are livening up. Juliet may not have a beautiful singing voice, but she sings with gusto. Kinda sounds like a smoke alarm. I hope they haven't picked up any new words while they were gone.
We're looking forward to the big soup and sandwich meal we have on Christmas Eve. My favorite is baked potato soup with cheese and sour cream, maybe some bacon bits if I can mooch some off the table.
Ah, life is back to normal.