So there we were, thinking we’d escaped Irene unscathed. We’d had a fun party, a nice breakfast and we were just about to think about our afternoon, when BOOM. The lights went out. Not long afterward, the neighbor’s generator went on, too. A gorgeous 70-degree day, which could have been spent lolling around on the porch was an impossibility because of the incessant buzzing, nay roaring, of the machine across the street. Imagine a leaf blower or a lawnmower running outside your house. For. 12. Hours.
We tried napping (inside) and tried leaving (to no avail; wires down everywhere). Finally, we just gave in and opened some wine.
The bottle was a nice one, a Research Cab from Channing Daughters.
For supper, we had Saturday night redux: BLTs with corn.
We tried to drown out the noise with a little music.
After sunset, the lights were still not on (and the generator was still yes on).
We moved inside for a rousing game of 221B Baker Street.
The game is afoot!
