Yesterday the windstorm howled up some major gusts which took out power to many Lower Mainland homes. I drove home about 5pm and hit my block in complete darkness. There went supper plans.
So I drove right past my house to the neighbourhood organic market and bought supper instead.
Back home again, I realised that the power outage really only affected a narrow band of city blocks, but my house was right in the middle of that band.
So I lit the candles, moved them around the house, and got our two emergency flashlights out.
Then I made a Greek salad and put our supper out on the kitchen island.
You know, both C and I loved, LOVED our evening. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with a store bought, organic, rotisserie chicken and potato salad, and a freshly baked baguette.
And I must admit that sometimes, especially after a long day, the last thing I feel like doing is cooking, so this was actually a treat as well as a romantic evening.
C retired to bed to watch Twilight on her fully charged laptop and I sat in the living room enjoying the ambience.
It was actually beautifully bright in the living room with all those candles and I loved sitting here reading my book. I’m reading a very soppy and romantic Katie Fford right now, so it did my heart wonderful good to sit in my beautifully romantic room.
Unfortunately the power outage didn’t last very long, and we had power back on by 9pm. But it was great while it lasted. Such silence, such peace.
Do you like being in a power outage? I suppose that, since it doesn’t happen very often, and it’s generally pretty warm here on the West Coast, I just love it. It’s probably not like that elsewhere, is it?