by…cleaning! We were very lucky that during Hurricane Irene, we didn’t lose power.  However, two days after the hurricane, for some reason, the power went out a little before 7 AM.   Probably the Pepco guys working in the vicinity of our grid sneezed too hard or spilled coffee on the motherboard.

I spent yesterday throwing away all of the ice I had made in anticipation of Irenemaggedon.  So at 7:15 this morning, I ran up to the gas station to buy $15 worth of ice to preserve $10 worth of lunch meat.

I couldn’t turn on my computer to check my e-mail. I couldn’t work on my blog. I couldn’t make the banana bread from my rotting bananas as planned. I couldn’t play my electric guitar. So, I had to resort to (yikes!) cleaning.  I went on a cleaning binge. I used soap scum remover on the tub and wall tile. I scrubbed the outside of my bedroom windows (they fold inward — I don’t do ladders — fear of heights and my weak bones are a bad combination). I polished the bedroom furniture.  I folded the laundry. I was a Whirling Dervish of cleaning.

Three hours into my endeavor to rid my bedroom of dust (and happily finding lost items like the spare remote and a bologna sandwich — I am kidding!  We don’t eat bologna — it was turkey), I noticed the clock blinking.  It took me a while to process that the power might be back.  I checked first to see if it was a cruel joke in that perhaps, the lights were flashing because the clock had a battery back up.  Well it actually did but being B-minus people in a Type-A zipcode (I wrote a song with that title — coming to YouTube soon!), there was no battery therein.  I called my husband to tell him the power was back. His response: “Keep cleaning!”

I know most of you are shocked but if you want to know why I do not have a cleaning lady, just remember what happened with Maria Shriver’s cleaning lady. Eric doesn’t want a sibling that badly.

The gorgeous piano I might sell

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