Today It’s All a Lovely Blur

I’m sleeping like the dead now. Our little guys and their parents have been here since Sunday morning and it’s lively times all right. Their power went out at 11 the night of that freak October blizzard. There was a kind of pop! and then that eerie silence.

No clunking of the ice-maker in the fridge.

No purring furnace.

Just the shrieking  wind and the ticking of the slowly-cooling house. They said it was freezing by morning, yet for hours they couldn’t get out: fallen trees across both ends of their road. Finally they did get out, and came here with bags and boxes of food rescued from their fridge. Also, play clothes, work clothes and – of course! – costumes. 

So Sunday we ate their food, did loads of wash fluffed a whole bunch of pillows, and were all IN OUR BEDS by 8. Then yesterday the day bloomed and faded and Halloween came and as the picture shows, it was all a lovely blur.

Two gangs of kids came to our front door and then immediately afterward, to  our back door. (We live on a corner. They thought it was a different house.) Our little guys got asked to a pre-trick-or-treating pizza-fest by the nicest neighbors in the world and by 7:30 we were all sitting by the fire, divvying up the loot.

Whew! I myself was up  until midnight last night, finishing all the work I hadn’t done by day – that’s me below – but it’s been one swell time all the same!

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One thought on “Today It’s All a Lovely Blur

  1. Adversity is the diamond dust that Heaven polishes its jewels with…and everywhere one trips, a treasure lies hidden…

    A storm becomes one swell day.

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