We were driving back into town yesterday afternoon and I was mulling over ideas for my first kindler, gentler, countdown-to-escaping Bako post. The passing storms had cleared out the air and the skies were blue and you could actually make out the town from miles away.
We exited the highway and were driving down White Lane when we ran into a police blockade. The entire street was blocked with police cruisers and the ever helpful BPD was directing traffic into an adjoining neighborhood. Why the street was blocked we couldn't say, but it was Sunday, so if I had to guess I'd say "armed barricaded suspect".
Dozens and dozens of cars were funneled into the residential neighborhood. Like all the neighborhoods here, it's designed like the Sunday crossword puzzle with countless dead ends and practically no exits. For the next 20 minutes we crissed and crossed the neighborhood, along with everyone else, desperately looking for a way out. Finally, quite by accident, we found an exit to a major street and within a couple of minutes we were home.
Walking up the front walk I noticed leaves all over the place. While we were gone, there must have been quite the wind storm. Which was obvious when we walked into the backyard and found this...
This was the "good" fence. When we bought the house, it was clear all the fences were in bad shape. We couldn't afford to fix them all, so we focused on the "bad" fence, which faced the street. The one Rodrigo rebuilt with such skill. This fence, we had hoped, would last a little while. We were wrong.
There wasn't much we could do about it on a Sunday afternoon, so we just settled in for a nice evening at home.
And then the power went out.
After a few minutes it was clear it wasn't coming back on anytime soon, and it had already grown dark. The boyfriend and I broke out the candles and started placing them throughout the house. We passed each other in the hall and shot each other knowing glances and I could tell he was thinking the same thing as I... arson.
"Really officer, it was a candle, the power was out, it was an accident..."
If only we had had more time to plan.
After a while, the power finally came back on, and came on with such a surge it blew out the satellite box. We called DirecTV, desperately hoping it wasn't fatal. It wasn't smoking or anything, which I took as a good sign, and after spending an hour on the the phone with tech support, the boyfriend was finally able to troubleshoot it and get it back up to speed. Unfortunately, by that time, we had missed "The Real Housewives of Atlanta".
I swear, this town is just cursed.
