Dead to the world I heard and remember nothing. When I awoke this morning I thought before looking at the clock it was likely 7;30. Rather it was 9:45.
Dressed and working on loose ends upstairs I hear a knock on the door. This is unexpected because it is wet and rainy. I can’t see who it is, but feel obligated to go downstairs and answer it. I am dressed for the day, but there are rollers in my hair. I manage to remove only a couple before I open the door. A man is walking away. I call out ‘Hello, hello’, and he turns around. ‘A package’, he says. I look down and there is my Amazon delivery of shelf paper, today is the day to do the kitchen. Obviously misdelivered. And redelivered by a male neighbor. And me with curlers in my hair. Well so much for that impression.
Today is tackle the kitchen day.. my methodology of moving in and cleaning out, is to work towards one room. What does amaze me is how organized I am. Anyway the kitchen is the last and last room to be tackled. Everything that is a loose end is here.
As the day is dark and raining I have the kitchen lights on. I am about to head upstairs with the vacuum, when the lights go off and then on and then off. Off for – one hour, two hours. It is now nigh on 8 hours and the phone call I just received says they hope to have it restored by 2 am. Originally it was have been restored by 10 pm. What did I do instead of the kitchen. I cleaned out the basement with a small flashlight between my teeth.
I built a fire and kept it stoked. I am definitely going to get either a wood stove or an efficient fireplace insert so I can always have heat. A fireplace per se is a bit like a lawn looks nice but not all that efficient,
I am going to blow out the candles anchored in kosher salt bases – thank you E, and wait for the sun to arrive by crawling back between those new soft sheets under the down comforter and see what the new day brings.