This week we decided to be spontaneous. On saturday I went to Ian and said "we should drive to Edmonton on Tuesday," and he said "okay." So, our plan was made. We would have left earlier if it hadn't been for the plans to have Mary's birthday party monday afternoon.
Monday morning Frances got us up around 7. We got up, fed and changed her and put her back into bed for a little while to chat with herself so we could stay warm in bed for a bit longer. At 8 our furnace roared to life, and at about 8:01 there was a huge rumbling crash - so big that the house shook - and bright blue flashes of light outside the bedroom window. For a moment I thought that the furnace had exploded and I was waiting to die. Ian jumped out of bed and looked out the window into the dark. He shortly announced that the power line to the house was down and we may as well climb back into bed to keep warm.
To make a long story short, a Semi had driven down our street, a street where truck traffic is not allowed, and pulled down the power lines on our corner. It turned out that we would not have any power, heat or phone for at least the rest of the day, so we packed up our bags, put signs on the door that the party was cancelled, and left for Edmonton.
Here are some pictures of what greeted us Monday morning when the sun came up:
The power pole directly behind our house. If it weren't for our wonderful trees it would have landed right on top of our cars.
Across the street from our back yard.
The neighbour kitty corner to our house. The pole landed on top of her house but didn't seem to do much damage at all.
Frances on the way to Edmonton, enjoying our spontaneity.
Mary had the best birthday ever. 9 hours of uninterrupted movie watching in the van.