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