Yesterday morning I awoke to an incredibly loud lightning storm, a massive crack way too close for comfort and then no electricity. Funny how the power goes off so silently.
A ridiculously handsome linesman straight out of a soppy Mills and Boone’s came out after I called, in his big truck, locked eyes with me as I stood in the gathering dawn, buckets in hand and dogs and ducks at my feet, and solemnly told me the power was out due to lightening strike, probably a breaker he said as he watched with unrising eyebrows as three small piglets squeezed out of a very small gap they had found, intent upon visiting with the Linesman too.
Hmm I said. I was wondering how they were getting out. And as he drove away I pushed the little naughties back through the hole to their scolding mother and tightened the gate.
The handsome linesman fixed the power somewhere down the line, the power came back on and then came back to tell me the power was back on. I guess I was the only other person awake for him to tell.
It had been such a busy week I was happy to spend the day pottering about putting everything back where it belonged.
Then cleaning after.
Some days housework can be very satisfying.
I think I have another one of those days today. I don’t think there is anything in my book. My weekend guests are in and sorted for the next few days so I might spend some time doing housework in the barn.
I hope you have a lovely day.