Little did I know that while I was dancing and singing along with Eric Hutchinson on Friday night, there was a crazy storm making its way through Charlottesville.You’d think that the flickering sound and lights during the show would have tipped me off. Or perhaps the scary storm animation on my phone. Or even the debris all over the Downtown Mall when we exited…but I remained blissfully unaware of the problem.*
*And no, I hadn’t been drinking.
Until Rach and I arrived home to this:
We were powerless.
And thus, my weekend was spent not doing the things I should have done, like thanking Maria, my Foodie Pen Pal, for the box of snackity treats she mailed me this month….…but instead seeking out coffee and Wi-Fi at places like CVille Coffee, where I analyzed and calculated Nutty Butter orders while joining with the other powerless citizens of the surrounding counties in a community of comradarie so supportive that I was actually surprised we didn’t break into a High School Musical-inspired round of “We’re All In This Together.” It wasn’t the lack of A/C that caused me to become discombobulated, but the fact that I had so many of th aforementioned Nutty Butter orders to fill. A good problem, yes, but one I would much prefer to deal with when The Smart Kitchen has power.Lucky for me, I have a friend like Alex, who let me take over her kitchen all afternoon–even taking me to get more nuts when I ran out–and didn’t complain once about the truckloads of supplies I brought in or the excessive amount of noise I was making……all in exchange for nothing more than a few tablespoons of leftover Nutty Butter.
She also fielded the following questions over the course of the weekend, showing lots of patience on her part:
Saturday, 10:30 PM–”Would you be my moral support while I attempt to change my license plates in the dark?”
Sunday, 7:30 AM–”Would you mind storing some yogurt in your fridge?”
She also let me recharge my phone, camera, and computer, which later allowed me to watch a bit of This Means War by candlelight.
When not making Nutty Butter or freaking out about Instagram being ‘down,’ I was spending a rather large amount of time at the gym, where I could not only watch TV (while also ellipticalizing–bonus) but also blow-dry my hair.Although blow-drying your hair is rather pointless when as soon as you step outside you are hit with 100-degree heat, and no A/C in sight. Luckily, when I had the joy of meeting up with Lauren on the Downtown Mall for a brief chat and stroll with her and her mom, she didn’t mind my bedraggled appearance.She even gave me presents! [Some leftover P28 Bread, the Dandy Blend I had asked her about on her blog a few days ago, and her very first batch of homemade almond butter, in a reused Nutty Butter jar. ]
Although it was a rather lovely weekend overall, I had reached my (circuti) breaking point with this powerlessness.
Since I was going to be going home on Monday anyway to leave for Wisconsin with my family on Tuesday, I figured I might as well leave 20 hours early. After loading up all of the (unlabeled) Nutty Butter into the car, I threw everything important in the fridge into two coolers…
And I drove home to Pennsylvania.
And then wrote this blog post. [NOT by candlelight.]
Powerless no more.