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.
3 comments:
Yay for spontaneity! T'was great to see you, and I really enjoyed doing dinner with you before you headed back home. Thanks for posting pics of the great power-pole fiasco. Holy smokes! I wouldn't have thought poles/lines could *do* that! Was it mostly fixed up by the time you got back home, or does it take longer than a (holiday) weekend for the town to clean up that kind of mess?
You came into town? Gosh. I had no idea. :(
I know...we were so spontaneous that we weren't really able to see anyone except the people at the wake, Ian's family (cause we stayed with them), and the Littles because they were home when we called to pop by. We did try calling the number Ian had associated with you in his brain, but there was no answer. I'll be back before April though, and next time it will be a well planned visit.
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