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Thursday, February 4, 2010

On My Honor...

We lost the electricity, again. This time it was only for about an hour and a half or so. But we decided to go ahead and haul out the generator and fire it up. It was a good idea because I had been meaning to type up a clear set of directions for myself. I had gone through the process several times with Chuck last year during the ice storm. But I wanted an insurance policy in case Chuck was ever eaten by alligators and we lost the power on the same day.

No, I never was a Girl Scout. Why do you ask?

Anyhoo, I now have an excruciatingly detailed list of how to shut the house off from the grid and get the generator running safely. The only hitch in the giddy-up is that I have an “uneven” success rate in pulling the cord with sufficient gusto to start the darn thing! But, if someone brawny happens to stop by on the very same day Chuck has been eaten by alligators and we’ve lost the electricity, I’ll be able to walk them right through the proper steps to get that generator roaring.

Yes, I do understand my plan needs a little tweaking.

I’m thinking the best thing would be for Chuck to never, ever be eaten by alligators.

7 comments:

GAIL said...

Ah, the joys of country living.....

Gail

Kate said...

It is all national grid's fault lol

Pink Granite said...

Hi Gail -
Yes, there are moments when I think it would be fun to live in the city where anything you want to do is available nearly around the clock!
;o)


Hi Kate -
Good one!
LOL!!!
;o)

dancingmorganmouse said...

Make sure he promises not to be (eaten that is).

Roo said...

Exactly where are the alligators around you? I've looked on google earth, there doesn't seem to be that many swamps around you ;o)

Pink Granite said...

Hi DMM -
Yes, he has promised - but those alligators are awfully wily!
;o)


Hi Roo -
Oh my, alligators are everywhere! They're ever so adaptable and don't live just in swamps. No, they're rather like shape shifters and changelings - but always in a bad way!

Oh, O.K. - there are no alligators around here. But I am loathe to use the words d-e-a-t-h, d-e-a-d, or d-i-e in relation to Chuck so I speak of our being eaten by alligators. This makes perfect sense, oui?

Mind you, I'm the same gal who used to leave a note on my desk entitled: "In case I get hit by a truck" with a list of all the last minute things which needed to be done for my conferences to run smoothly. And I'm the same gal who loves a good funeral and a good funeral home.
;o)
- Lee

Sue said...

Yes, I'm all with you for having a 'map' of what to do when things go wrong. I don't even know how to change a lightbulb let alone a plug nor, heaven forbid, a generator! That's what men are for. Now I just need to find one. And please, please keep Chuck away from those snappers!!

Sue x