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Surviving the Burnaby power outage

Housemate rudely woke me up at approximately 3:42 this morning. For shame!

The volume and intensity of his outbursts led me to believe something terrible had transpired. I thought he’d been robbed, received terrible news about a death, or bombed by the United States.

But no, it was just a power outage. It happens about once a year here. No big deal. I did what I could to make the best of it. Here I am sitting on the coffee table at 4:18 a.m.

Nathaniel sitting on the coffee table during a power outage.

Some heavy winds somewhere in Burnaby knocked out power in my neighbourhood until approximately 9 when my Kenwood stereo started blaring my fabulous Sheryl Crow CD “Tuesday Night Music Club”.

Here’s a tree that went down in North Burnaby during the storms.

Burnaby tree knocked over during storm
I found some birthday candles and put them in this silver ashtray tray that I bought at a yard sale back in Nanaimo in 1999. The woman I bought it from smelled like pee.

Candles in an ash tray tray

The candles provided some light for me and the cat who didn’t seem phased by what Housemate considers to be a major disruption.

I felt the need to sort of make the event kind of special. So, I dug out the bag of cat nip, dumped it on the back of a report about the history of the Spanish Empire in British Columbia and let Khan go to town.

Khan eating some cat nip by candlelight

And finally, here’s another shot of Khan being unaffected by a power outage.

Khan looking at a candle

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