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Dorothy, I think we ARE in Kansas now...
Sep. 24th, 2018 10:01 am... and there's no place like home. Trouble is, home for us is not Ottawa, Kansas:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ottawa,_Kansas
but Ottawa, Canada. That's the Ottawa that ends in an "eh"; or an "ais" if you live on the Quebec side of the river. Did someone click the wrong ruby slippers together? Or maybe this is all some divine indigenous revenge plot by Kitchissippi Manitou, the god of tornadoes?
We were luckier than many. When I look at the devastation in Dunrobin and in the Mont-Bleu region of Hull, where some folks have yet to fully rebuild from the great floods of 2017, not to mention our neighbours to the south barely catching their breaths after the wreckage of hurricane Florence, I feel fortunate indeed. In our case, the power went out just before 6PM on Friday and came back about 11:30 PM Sunday evening.
Luckily we were aware of the tornado warning and decided to have an early supper on Friday. So we were mostly finished with our meal by the time the outage started. Saturday morning we ate a fairly typical breakfast of bran flakes with milk and raisins, washed down with char-broiled coffee. That is, we boiled a kettle outside on the barbecue and made a couple of cups of drip coffee. For Saturday's dinner we barbecued again. Sunday's meals were all cold ones with the exception of our morning coffee, which we again made with the help of the outdoor barbecue.
I'm pleased to say that with strategic shifting of things between fridge, freezer and picnic cooler, food spoilage was minimal. When the power came back Sunday evening, we got up and shifted things back to their rightful spots, started the dishwasher and made sure that juice and coffee were ready to go for the morning.
Today the priorities are showers and laundry. Errands can wait till tomorrow.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ottawa,_Kansas
but Ottawa, Canada. That's the Ottawa that ends in an "eh"; or an "ais" if you live on the Quebec side of the river. Did someone click the wrong ruby slippers together? Or maybe this is all some divine indigenous revenge plot by Kitchissippi Manitou, the god of tornadoes?
We were luckier than many. When I look at the devastation in Dunrobin and in the Mont-Bleu region of Hull, where some folks have yet to fully rebuild from the great floods of 2017, not to mention our neighbours to the south barely catching their breaths after the wreckage of hurricane Florence, I feel fortunate indeed. In our case, the power went out just before 6PM on Friday and came back about 11:30 PM Sunday evening.
Luckily we were aware of the tornado warning and decided to have an early supper on Friday. So we were mostly finished with our meal by the time the outage started. Saturday morning we ate a fairly typical breakfast of bran flakes with milk and raisins, washed down with char-broiled coffee. That is, we boiled a kettle outside on the barbecue and made a couple of cups of drip coffee. For Saturday's dinner we barbecued again. Sunday's meals were all cold ones with the exception of our morning coffee, which we again made with the help of the outdoor barbecue.
I'm pleased to say that with strategic shifting of things between fridge, freezer and picnic cooler, food spoilage was minimal. When the power came back Sunday evening, we got up and shifted things back to their rightful spots, started the dishwasher and made sure that juice and coffee were ready to go for the morning.
Today the priorities are showers and laundry. Errands can wait till tomorrow.
