Tonight's post brought to you by the lovely electricity at Grandma Kathy's house. Yes, our power is out again. The entire town went dark as Sylvie and I were at the grocery store getting some stuff for dinner. We got home and made do for about 15 minutes when we realized it was just too dark and creepy to stay at home. It was only 6pm and I couldn't imagine keeping Sylvie occupied and happy for hours! Not to mention that the weather is in the mid 20s today and dropping, and as we found out yesterday our heat doesn't work when the electricity is out. Man, I love living in our crappy little town. Love it!!
Oh and for any romantics out there, those candles above were from the night John got down on one knee and proposed to me. I came home from work that evening and found them illuminating the living room, surrounded by flowers. We've kept them in a memory box in our closet all these years, and well, they make great emergency lights! Of course Sylvie associates candles with birthdays, so she immediately jumped up onto the chair, started singing the Happy Birthday song to herself and kept blowing the candles out:
And unlike her mother she didn't really seem to mind the dark, she loved running around with the flashlight and doing little light shows on the ceiling. At one point she even went into her room and closed the door behind her, and we could hear her playing with her Sesame Street and farm figures. In the dark, with just a flashlight!
And of course we taught her the campfire ghost story face:
So our bellies are full (thanks Grandma!) and it's already past Syl's bedtime. We're getting ready to go home because we're pretty sure the power is back on now. Hopefully it will stay that way. Fingers crossed!
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Well, I wouldn't call our little town "crappy." Sure, it has got a definite 70's vibe going on...and apparently the state of the infrastructure is no exception. But I'd choose a gentler phase to describe it...like "Carter-era charm" or something along those lines.
I thonk it's amazing that Sylvie has no fear of the dark, that she was even willing to go into her room in the dark. Yes, she did have a flashlight, but that's not the same as a well-lit room. Hope your electricity is back on....I'm sure it was because of the strong winds we had.
Some day you will miss that "crappy" town a lot! When I first moved here I thought "how backwards", like when they interupted my favorite soap to tell us Mr. Johnsons shed was broken into and he was missing 2 gal. of paint! Oh, how I miss it, especially knowing everyone in town.
So glad Sylvie isn't afraid of the dark. You have done a great job with her and it shows!!!
That's so funny about Mr. Johnson's shed!! I would love this town if I felt like everyone knew each other. But it's not a small town in that sense at all. The thing we dislike the most about living here is that we feel so isolated from our neighbors, no one has small children, and things are just pretty run down. I think someone told me that our town has the highest ratio of bars to square miles in the state of NJ, or something. And that kinda sums it up. Drunks. Shady activity. Everyone keeping to themselves. We like our street because within one block of our house we have the police station, rescue squad, AND fire station. But the rest of the town is just....eh.
I got a kick out of Syl blowing out the candles! : ) Dee, what about the time you lived in Baden ? and there was some escaped convicts on the loose and the local PO-lice called you up to tell you to put the keys in your car so that if they did happen upon your property, they 'might' not bother you, they'd just steal the car and leave? Now THAT's small town! Back to Miss Syl - I'm also pretty surprised that she'd go into her room by herself, especially when I remember her mother crawling on her bedroom floor like a combat soldier cause there were teenagers outside making noise in the street! : )
xxo
Oh yeah! And then they followed me after I called at about 2am when I got too scared to stay any longer. I loaded the kids up, and they came and escorted us all the way to LaPlata, which was about a 30 min. drive.
If you recall, the convicts were hiding just down our road, and they actually called in to report a sighting, while all the cops went south, they went north. Just too funny!!!
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