Okay, okay, all jokes aside, I had such a fun Sunday afternoon yesterday. By the title you'd think ice cream would be involved, but you'd have another think coming. Yesterday I got home from church to a house without power. I should have jumped to that conclusion when I couldn't open the garage door, even from the inside. Nope, Kassie told me when I walked in. Since she is a nurse at the hospital she knows everything, so she told me about a fallen transformer (no, not that kind) or the explosion at a substation, depending on the source. The power had already been out for a few hours, so we figured we were in for the long haul. Some predictions said that power would be restored at 3:30, others said 11:00.
Quickly we went through the list of typical power-outage activities: board games, cards, books, walks, or (my favorite) naps.
I hoped for the nap option (being raised in a family with mandatory quiet time on Sundays certainly brushed off on my habits), but when we went downstairs we were greeted by a rush of cold air. The thermostat was set at 62 degrees; in fact, it was probably 20 degrees warmer outside than it was downstairs. With no power, our hopes of increasing the temp on the thermostat were small. Then, we got this grand idea to light a fire in the stove and read next to it--one of my favorite activities whenever Rex lit a fire last year.
I put my Boy Scout skills to work and got a fire going. With the proper amount of kindling, excellently dried wood to stack on top, and a little fire magic, the fire was blazing in minutes. So we sat . . . and read. . . and dozed for a while. Kassie's sister Lacey called and gave us the idea to roast marshmallows over the flames. So we did. AWESOME! We made s'mores and enjoyed our fire. The lights came on while we were roasting, but we chose to keep the lights off. You know, we needed the atmosphere.
It was all fun and games until Kassie got on the phone again with another sister, and I decided to pull out a roasting stick from the fire. I was inspecting it closely, trying to see any left over marshmallow goo when whammo! I touch the end of the stick. Not the wooden end, mind you, the red hot end with white hot ash. I don't know what I was thinking, but my reaction must have been pretty funny. Kassie couldn't stop laughing at me. Dumb, dumb, dumb. Even the nurse inside her was dumbfounded; it took her minutes to ask if I needed burn ointment or anything. I didn't, but that's beyond the point :) Just kidding. We laughed for a long time, and every time it got silent, we would laugh again.
After two s'mores and a little more reading both of us decided it was due time for a nap. Three hours later, I groggily come back to consciousness enough to do some math and get my butt out of bed. I didn't set my clock before going down so I went to sleep with a flashing 2:10 and woke up to a flashing 5:25. I couldn't believe it either. In real time it was after 7:00 and Kassie and I had slept the day away. We both blame it on a sugar/heat induced coma that mesmerized us into sub-subconsciousness. I usually wake up automatically an hour into a good nap, but not this time. Instead, I woke to a numb arm, and a body aching from sleep.
So after a great evening, we spent the rest of the night in the kitchen on our separate laptops. I graded papers and prepared my Monday's lesson until about 3:00, and Kassie played her new addictive computer game. Man, time flies when you waste it on things like sleep too late in the day. :) I'm sure our naps prolonged our ability to beat the sleep. But alas, I am tired again. No naps today though. Well none on purpose that is. Anyway, happy roasting.
Here I am demonstrating proper roasting form.
Look at these flames. They'd put you to sleep for hours too. :)
