Last night after I put Bear to bed, I took the recyling out and saw a pack of my nieghbors standing around on the sidewalk. They asked if my power was acting funny. Bear and I had come straight in and gone directly to bath, bottle, book, bed so I hadn't turned on many lights - but had noticed that something was beeping down in Mr. J's office as it does when the power goes out.
The neighbors said a six or seven house stretch was at "half power." I don't really know what that means, and it doesn't matter much because soon enough we were at no power. (And yes, it was still 90+ degrees outside even though nearly 9 pm.) LG&E was on site working on the problem. What was the problem? Crazy B's lack of tree maintenance. She has let her easement become choked with weeds and trees to the extent that one of the branches had worn through the power line. So the poor LG&E workers had to re-run the whole line ... after tearing down her poison ivy.
Mr. J came home in the middle of all this and enjoyed a fine bout of B-bashing with the neighbors. B was away on vacation, so nobody even had to pretend to be nice to her. They all have a story about what a pushy nutter she is. It warmed our hearts.
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