In my last blog post, you may recall I was attempting to beat the impending power outage that was threatening to destroy our Thanksgiving. Well, do I have a story to tell you.
It was Wednesday night and my family and I were sitting in front of the fire, listening to music, and discussing the events of the following day. My Mom and I decided to go to bed in preparation for a long day of cooking, leaving my Dad and brothers in our living room. I just finished washing my face when the lights shut off. At first, I thought my Mom had merely turned off the lights and went to bed. It did not take long for me to discover that the storm had caused a transformer to blow, thus eliminating any source of power. We immediately began to gather lanterns and candles as I called our power company. The automated message informed me that 35,000 homes were without power and that we should not expect it to come back on until the weekend. There was nothing any of us could do–we do not have a generator–so we went to bed and prayed that the power would come on by the morning. Spoiler alert: it did not.
The following morning, my parents and I went to a local gas station and bought coffee. As I was filling up my cup, I overheard a man saying he spoke to a supervisor at the power company and was told the power would not come on until Monday. Now I’m not going to lie, this crushed me. This was the first time I did not watch the parade, the first time my Mom and I were not up cooking dinner, and the first time we did not know if we would even have a Thanksgiving dinner. We have experienced many power outages in the last five years, and each time our power took days to restore, the longest being a week. We were not hopeful, and the temperature in our house was already beginning to plummet. Begrudgingly, we made the decision to stay in a hotel for the rest of the day, if not longer. I woke up my brothers, helped pack things (including two pies, a container of freshly made whipped cream, and our Christmas filet mignon) into our car, and traveled a half hour to a hotel. We unpacked, lit a fire, put the football game on, and tried to forget that it was Thanksgiving.
Three hours went by and the re-run of the parade started when we got the call. The power had come back on! We shoved everything into bags, poured water on the fire, and ran to our cars in a desperate attempt to return home in order to cook Thanksgiving dinner. We got home around 2:30–too late to cook a turkey. The rest of the night was spent watching the remainder of the parade, eating mozzarella sticks and breakfast sandwiches, and playing Monopoly. The following morning my Mom and I went Black Friday shopping and returned home to cook a Thanksgiving meal.
If this were a Hallmark movie, I’m sure our family would have stayed at home, built a fire, and sang Christmas carols until the sun came up and the power returned. However, if there is one thing I have learned from watching an embarrassing amount of Hallmark Christmas movies, it is that those tales only exist in the world of fantasy. We were thankful that we were able to have a Thanksgiving dinner, return home on Thursday, and salvage the rest of the weekend. I am not going to lie and say it was not weird to go Black Friday shopping THEN cook Thanksgiving, have my brother work all day then return home in time for dinner, or lose a day for leftovers. I’m sure my family will laugh about this in the future, but I can tell you we were not laughing as we spent half of Thanksgiving in a hotel, thirty minutes away from our home. All in all, our Thanksgiving did occur and we were able to spend the meal together. Though it was not what we wanted, we were thankful that in twenty years, we’ll have one hell of a story to tell.
Now that that whole ordeal is over, I can finally welcome in the Christmas season. One crucial aspect of the season is my room decorations. Collected over the past couple years, I spend upwards of three hours listening to Christmas music and decorating my room. These pictures showcase my hardwork and show what I wake up to everyday in December!