Right now I am sitting on a cool white leather stool in Rachael's lovely kitchen with white beadboard, dotted Swiss curtains and white marble countertops. White Sug is on my lap. We've been sipping wine. White, of course.
The stress of no power is wearing on me and H. Gas lines wrap around blocks. H. waited over an hour @ 11 P.M. last night to fill our tank at a rest stop on the Garden State Parkway. The kids are out of school all week and we hear it might spill into next week.
I wanted to make chocolate pudding from Sarabeth's Bakery, a favorite cookbook. You do it all on the stovetop. But I had to chase all over for the whole milk and heavy cream--not in A&P or Target. But finally found milk in Stop&Shop in Clifton and then cream @ Quick Chek. I left them out on our front stoop b/c our power is out; no fridge. It should be cold enough there. Oy.
I feel worn down and tired. I do feel like a hobo. Takes effort to wash face and brush teeth. Bought a new blanket and more candles, and a flashlight for our friends. Must move toward getting to bed. H. is out writing at Dunkin' Donuts--at least that was his plan. Figgy keeps going to friends' homes who have power b/c God forbid she should be disconnected. [Wait, I've done that, too....]
On the bright side, a power outage brings people together. I've had a chance to sit and chat with Rachael and really get to know her.
- Had some veggies with dinner. In a blackout--a storm of pizza and pasta and peanut butter--having some veggies is big.