That silly cancer thing, ya know?
Friday was Chemo Day, Round 14 and my poor husband JUST
wanted a good night sleep this weekend.
Friday night,
teenager was not home by the time *I* thought he should be.
(Okay, okay he's 19, almost 20--but I still have heart failure
when I wake up and he's not home after a "certain hour".
Just shoot me!
I'm his mother.
There are never any alternative --or sane--places in between "not home" and "the ditch". Ever. It's how we mothers roll.)
If anyone cares, he came home safe and sound. No ditches
were passed along the way.
Then last night, we had a supernatural experience, that turned
out to be not very supernatural ...at all. But I don't want to
ruin a
I digress and I really want to get to the good stuff.
We started the evening off at a BBQ with some friends.
We laughed, joked about cancer, joked about hurt knees (someone
else's-not Kyle's knee), ate good food and it was SUCH a refreshing and relaxing night for us.
It was energizing.
We came home and Kyle (after chemo and one bad night sleep
was pretty exhausted) crashed on the bed and was pretty much
out like a cancer patient, or a light, by 10 PM.
Everyone (the teenagers) came home at a decent hour and I was able to fall asleep until about 1:45 in the morning.
This morning.
Wake Up #1 for the night.
At this point I woke from a dead sleep to a VERY weird noise
coming from our ceiling fan. An extra loud "moaning" and
whirring and creaking. It wasn't making that noise at 11:30
when I went to sleep.
It had been whirring peacefully overhead at that point.
Doing its job, keeping us cool, quietly.
For the record, it was new last summer.
For the other record, it has been 100 degrees or MORE for 15 days so far this summer in Salt Lake, and above 90 since about the end of May this year.
That's HOT. That's really really really hot.
Add that to a woman in her mid-40's, couple with pre-monopause,
stir a few times and you have a lady ready to pack up and move
to the coast this year. Or sweat profusely. Or swear profusely.
Or complain about the heat profusely. #ihatesummer.
I have done all of the above. Several times.
The fan (and the A.C.) pretty much never stop running.
So it was GREAT cause for alarm to wake up to what sounded
like a fan that was ready to break down.
Cancer or not, I was ready to send Kyle to Home Depot at 2 AM
for a replacement fan.
I'm not sure who was more worried about what a broken fan might mean...
Kyle or myself.
It was such a loud and strange noise, that it also woke Kyle.
I (of course) uttered a few choice swear words and muttered
that certainly this new fan could not ALREADY be broken!
Kyle then heard a high pitched beeping coming from the basement.
He went to investigate and I stayed put surveying the situation.
As I was standing in the room looking at the fan, our TV
and cable box flashed on and off.
And on and off.
My cell phone, on the charger next to my bed, then began to flash
on. And off. And on. And off.
Olivia, in the bedroom next to us, woke up and said her Ipod was flashing on and off. And asked what was going on.
Then computers bleeped on and off.
Kyle said in the basement the washer and dryer lights were
flashing on and off and the carbon monoxide detector was
going on and off.
Our entire house was alive with energy, and appliances,
and electronics, that all seemed to have a life of their own.
There was a slight feeling of madness in the air. And
worry and fear and confusion and concern and noise and blinking
and flashing.
At this point, all the hairs on my arms were standing on end.
This was it, the moment of truth...
I was sure it had finally happened.
Our house had been possessed by The Devil.
With a capital "D".
Or by Evil Spirits.
All those stories I had heard growing up were true.
The Amityville Horror was NOT a hoax!
Forget cancer.
Forget terminal.
I didn't have enough faith!
I needed to repent of my sins!
Please (oh please oh please) forgive me Jesus.
We had bigger fish to fry, or spirits to cast out, as it were.
Move over Amityville Horror house, move over house from The
Conjuring...
...Make room for Morning Star Madness.
Or The Nielson Nut House of Terror!
I began to tremble.
Kyle told me to pull myself together! (seriously)
Just when the flickering of electronics reached mass hysteria,
and the blinking and winking of lights was getting ready to take over our entire home, there was a loud boom and flash of
light outside in the backyard.
And the house went dark.
Radio Silence.
Black. Quiet. Still. Calm.
The spirits had been banished.
Satan had released our humble abode from His hold.
Praise the Lord. Sing Hosanna. Shout with glee. Jump for joy!
We took a deep breath and were then accosted by the sounds
of skittering dog paws running across the wood floors of our
kitchen as Ruby the doodle ran pell mell from her basement
sleeping spot to her "I are scared Mom!" spot under Olivia's
bed. #iareadog
She was quaking and whining like a baby from the flash and boom in the yard.
We were a little concerned ourselves, but refrained from
hiding under the bed.
It appeared that our eminent possession from evil spirits had
been pushed aside by a full on failure of power.
Now not only did we not have a working fan, albeit one making weird noises, we didn't have lights, a TV, clocks, or air conditioning anymore either.
We opened our windows, prayed for a bit of breeze, gave thanks
that we were not going to be possessed by the Devil and nor was
our house, and tried to sleep.
(After reporting said power outage to the Electric Company).
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To make this long post even longer, and somewhat anti-climactic...the power company sent trucks out at 3 AM.
At which point they placed a light bright enough to replicate the sun on the front of our house to make sure they had the correct
address where the problem was occurring. Did I mention our
bedroom faces the street?
Wake Up #2 for the night.
At 4 AM, they drove a few big trucks through the neighborhood to
scout out the best yard to come through to fix the problem.
Wake Up #3 for the night.
At 6 AM, a whole slew of power pole climbers, fixers of all things electrical, and their army of tanks rolled down our neighborhood streets.
The rumbling mimicked a large scale earthquake and I'm sure
measured at least a 5.0 on the Richter scale.
With shouts and yells and a various sundry of equipment being
hauled through the backyard adjacent to ours, we decided that
Wake Up #4 was really time to Just Wake Up.
So we got out of bed, heard stories from the neighbors, mingled
in our pajamas, took pictures of the sunrise and learned a
transformer had blown last night on the line.
So much for possession and evil spirits.
So much for the Devil showing up on Morning Star.
We were anxiously awaiting to see if he really DID wear Prada!
So much for Movie Deals and starring in our very own Horror Story. So much for the Million Dollars we would've made on it all. What a let down. What a disappointment.
But even with lack of sleep, and did I mention no sleep?,
we got to wake up to THIS sky. (see below)
Kyle's taking a much needed nap right now...when he wakes
up I will ask him if the sky was worth it. No sleep and all.
I sure think it was.
And this is what I've got for today.
This is what 6 AM looked like today!
Morning Clouds...
Sunrise over Mt Olympus at 6 AM...
Maybe this is what the sky looks like after
an exorcism, or power line repair, is performed?
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