Yesterday was a full day. Sorry, I did not get around to posting a slice. We were set to leave for the beach on Friday afternoon; cake was in the oven; I was getting my gear together; my husband went to gas up the truck. It was quite windy and a bit overcast and cool but not bad weather really. I was listening to NPR when the power went out. Cake in the oven, remember? I hoped that this outage was just a fluke and that it would be restored in a few minutes. However, when I looked out the window and saw a police car parked sideways across the road at the corner, I suspected big trouble. We have a generator, but it doesn’t start automatically. By the time I found a flashlight, went down to the basement, turned off the fuse box, went back outside, connected the generator to the gas tank, and started the thing (after many false tries), my husband was home, the cake was ruined, and we learned that not only had a tree fallen across the road, it had taken down the power lines, and a semi traveling south, plowed into the entire mess. This power outage would last for many hours.
Now we had a decision to make. Should we leave anyway? What about the food in the refrigerator and the freezer? We couldn’t leave the generator running with us away from home. Reluctantly, we chose to stay home and leave Saturday morning for the beach. This decision actually turned out to be a good one. Our daughter told us that friends of theirs were stuck in traffic for hours because President Biden chose to travel to his home in Rehoboth Beach on Friday.
Power had not been restored by Saturday morning, but the electric company texted that it would be repaired by 2 p.m. We turned off the generator and off we went to visit my loved ones, sans cake. What a glorious day it was, too. Bright sunshine lured us to the beach where we bought a bucket of freshly-made caramel corn, which I ate the lion’s share of, and walked on the beach. Is there anything to compare to the ocean’s thrall? I think not.
Back at the house, we sat on the deck with cheese and crackers and a bottle of champagne. It was, after all, my daughter’s 50th birthday. Though her son couldn’t make the trip, her daughter was there. On the way down, my husband and I stopped at a supermarket to buy a birthday cake, which was better than nothing I suppose.
We ordered dinner from a seafood restaurant nearby: crab cakes, seafood stew, steamed clams, peel and eat shrimp, browned brussels sprouts, scallops, a loaf of bread for sopping up juices, green beans, and salad. It was glorious. Now I’m not saying I couldn’t have posted a slice yesterday, but I am saying that I just allowed myself to succumb to the laziness of the over-indulged, over-fed, over-loved person I was yesterday. May we all have days like that!