G and I went to the farmers market, and at the most mouth-watering stand, I bought two lovely chicken potpies.  All the way home, I thought about how wonderful they were going to taste.  Arriving home a little before three, I told DH what we were having for dinner.  I almost had to hand him a napkin to wipe the drool from his chin.  I put the potpies in the refrigerator planning to reheat them around five o’clock.

     That’s when the power went off.  EEEKS!  “Okay, okay I can handle this.  The power will be back on in time to fix dinner.”  Yeah, in my DREAMS!

     I looked outside and most of the neighbors were out there discussing our little power outage.  I hastened to join them.  Yes, only our block had no power.  DH called the power company.  After jumping through their many hoops, he finally managed to speak to a human.

     The human at the power company told DH, “Your power should be back on by five.”

     He came outside with the news and we all felt happy to have a set time for the return of our power.

     It didn’t happen. 

     Nope, one power company truck showed up at five, one man worked on the lines, and yet we still had no power.  “I called it in and told them they need to upgrade the transformer.”

     “Okay, but when we have the power back?”

     “I don’t know,” He replied.  “Maybe another two hours, but don’t quote me on that.”

     “Great.  I guess dinner will have to wait.”  I kept thinking about those potpies as I lit four kerosene lamps to keep the darkness at bay.

     Seven o’clock came and went with no power on the horizon.  Dinner became cold cuts. 

     “What’s that I hear?  Is it a truck?  Do I see yellow lights?  Yes!”  A few minutes before nine, the neighborhood celebrated having power again.