The night home alone in my house was awful. Absolutely awful. I arrived at 12:45, and luckily, our big camping lantern was at the front door waiting for me. It was soooo sooooo cold. I don’t think I went to the thermometer to check the temp, but I should have!!!
Once I got to my room, I started to bundle up for bed. I wore:
- Two pairs socks
- Thick sweatpants
- long sleeve shirt
- hooded sweatshirt, hood on, and tied
- a fleece, winter hat
On my bed, I had:
- my sheets
- my electric blanket (that obviously wasn’t working)
- My Martha Stewart regular bed comforter (these first three are what I have on my bed normally)
- My old comforter that was in Megan’s closet
- Dylan’s HUGE thick comforter that Megan made (well, she made the cover for it)
- My Mexican blanket (that’s more of a throw)
- My generic “Snuggie” - which I used as a blanket - I wasn’t wearing it (but perhaps I should have!)
AND I WAS STILL FREEZING COLD!!!!
It was awful. Firstly, because I got into the bed and it was freezing. Usually, I walk into my room, crank the heated blanket all the way up, and then get ready for bed (change, brush teeth, etc.) and come back to a nice warm bed (then I turn the blanket to Low, or leave it on 2). This time, my bed was absolutely freezing. It was the most horrible thing in the whole world. I never want to do it again. I was thinking about getting out of bed to get socks to put on my hands like mittens, but I was so cold I just couldn’t convince myself to get up. Even once I warmed the bed up, I was still very, very cold. My alarm went off at 6am for my to talk my thyroid pill, and it was all I could do to reach my hands out of bed to grab my pill bottle and water. My mom poked her head into my room at 9:30 to see if I was alive. I guess they got to the house at 8, had been walking around, shoveled (cause it had snowed), and I didn’t hear them at all. I was in full hibernation mode.
But I survived, and it’s a story to tell. Moving on.
We’ve been eating out a lot. Lots of take out, and lots of restaurants. Here’s the list:
Friday - City Hall Cafe (baked haddock with mashed potatoes and green beans)
Saturday - Espresso Pizza (Larry and I got eggplant and peppers on ours)
Sunday - Boston Market (yummy rotisserie chicken with mashed potatoes and stuffing!)
Monday - Brew City - in Worcester with Dylan (awful chicken picatta - it was with a cream sauce!)
Tuesday - Worked at Macy’s - (I made myself pasta with zucchini and summer squash, I dunno what my parents did)
Wednesday - Il Ricordi - formerly the West Fitchburg House of Pizza (Chicken and Broccoli with pasta)
Thursday - Gardner Ale House (linguine with peppers, zucchini, asparagus, and mushrooms)
Everything was really really good except for the green beans at City Hall Cafe, and the Chicken Picata I had at Brew City. No one liked their meal at Brew City. I don’t recommend it. On the other hand, Il Ricordi was amazing. All three of us LOVED our meal.
We’re still without power. It’s been a full week. No one more has power that we know of. Of our friends, it’s Sara, Liz, and Gail and Bob (where my parents’ slept the other night). Everyone else is still without power. Larry got a generator, but needs help putting it in. It requires a four-pronged outlet, which he does not have. He said once he gets it all set and running, we are welcome to go and stay with him. He has a very large four bedroom home all to himself. I already said tonight at dinner (Larry came with us to the Gardner Ale House) that whoever gets power first will have everyone over for a nice home cooked meal (I’m thinking vegetarian lasagna - Larry is a vegetarian) and a sleep over. I think we’re all a little sick of eating out and not being home.
I think we’re leaving the hotel tomorrow, and staying at Gail and Bob’s. Dylan comes home tomorrow morning, and my mom is getting freaked out about our family getting larger (Megan comes home on Saturday), and us still without a heated home.
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