“Hey, come look! It's on fire!”

I really wanted to blog about this event as soon as it happened, but that didn't work out very well.

We were watching TV and generally enjoying the evening (with the notable exception of the N. H. Primary results), when the power started flickering weirdly. Then, the power went out, but only in half the apartment. We looked at each other with bewilderment, and Addie took it upon herself to go over to the kitchen window to see if she could see anything. She could.

“Hey, come look! It's on fire!”

And as a matter of fact it was 'on fire'. A tiny little blaze had flared up on a power line near the nightclub we live next door to. As we watched, it burned through the wire and fell down - fortunately - on the sidewalk. The power on our block went out completely. Addie went outside to check the situation. Upon her return, she noted to me that our apartment complex already smelled very much like fruity department store candles. Cherry Blossom Lavender Glee and Apple Pine Ocean Breeze. Or something.

Of course, standing there in the dark, my first instinct was to blog about it. I cursed my lack of a iPhone and poured a Scotch to comfort myself. Addie lit some candles. And so it came to pass that we spent the rest of the evening living (irritatingly enough) in the year 1790.