For 2 weeks and more we have been visited by rain, wind, ice, snow, more ice, no electricity, no heat. Even now, the electricity is spotty. Just when we get comfortable, off it goes again. Last night, I cooked supper by candlelight, yes Jane, cinnamon covered dog turds, the candles, not the supper. Eating supper by candlelight reminded me why I would have never made it as a pioneer. The lights came back on as we were finishing our supper. Then off again, on again, off again, this time while hubby was in the shower. I found the flashlight and took him a book light, clipping it on the hook on the back of the door, book lights save us in many ways.
During the quiet of a power failure it is easy to hear things usually masked by the sounds of electricity and it's noise.
The 8th step on the staircase creaks differently than the other 29. It gives a bit more. I know what the wood underneath the carpet looks like and I wish I could feel it with my bare foot. I know the steps are worn lower in the center due to almost 100 years of footfalls. It was us that covered them with carpet. Sorry stairs. The banister is worn smooth from hands holding on in fear of falling. Banister, you can thank us for not painting you. The two landings are home to a geode and a quilt rack. The cats are fond of the carpeted stairs. They keep warm there on many a cold night.
The house settles, creaks, rattles, sighs, coughs, listens, cries, laughs, comforts. It comforts me a lot.
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