In the three years plus that we’ve been mostly working from home, we’ve been hit by a lot of nasty storms during business hours. We’ve never had a power outage though.
Until today. It only lasted for a minute, and the wifi booting back up actually took longer than the actual outage. Still, our perfect power streak has come to an end. Now we just need the storm to end.
We had a black out tonight. The lights flickered once and then went out. It only lasted about a minute and then everything came back on.
I don’t know if it was just our house or the whole neighborhood. I wonder what happened? Do you think we will find the crispy remains of a squirrel on the street? A squirrel that had a low IQ and gnawed on the wrong power line?
Maybe.
We woke up a few minutes ago to find that our power is out. Bummer. One forgets how much one relies on electricity until one tries to go pee in the dark. Fortunately, iPads, like the one I’m using to write this post, make passable flashlights.
So The Book of Mormon didn’t actually happen. We got to the Opera House, found our seats, sat down and began feeling miserable. There was a feeling of claustrophobia combined with an upset stomach combined with being extremely tall and sitting in a seat designed for someone who is not even a little bit tall. It was just a bad feeling from the word go. We ended up getting up and going to the lobby just before the show started and then we left after the first song. Maybe we’ll try again another time if we can guarantee an aisle seat. We shall see.
The Boston Opera house is beautiful, if not tall person friendly.
How’s this for the bathroom lobby?
I didn’t buy a souvenir, but if I had I would have had a tough time choosing between the stuffed magical aids frog, and the Hasadeega Eebowai shirt.
We ended up heading toward home. When we got close Jen, my amazing wife whom I love with all my heart and all my soul, asked if maybe we could extend the Date Day by aimlessly driving toward the ocean. That works for me!
We got to the ocean at Salisbury Beach in Salisbury, MA and then headed North. When we got to Hampton Beach in Hampton Beach, NH we had our first really clear view of the Atlantic. It was furious. I’ve never seen waves even close to as huge and angry as I saw today. It almost looked like the Pacific. Just North of the public beach the waves were crashing into the rocks and splashing up over the retaining wall onto the road. We stopped to admire the view. I took a few pictures using Hipstamatic. I took a few short videos too. Those will be posted later.
We weren’t the only ones watching the waves. Just about everyone who drove by stopped for a look.
And obviously, this is my favorite of all pictures.
We went up North as far as Portsmouth, NH and then turned around. We ended up going to dinner at a new Indian restaurant in Andover, MA. Turns out the manager on duty was actually from our usual favorite Indian restaurant, Kashmir in Salem, NH. We might have an alternate go-to place now.
So we didn’t do what we had initially set out to do, but we still had a date day that was wonderful for the simple fact that the love of my life and I spent the day together. I am so insanely in love with her.
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