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This blog entry is mostly a stream-of-consciousness that I wrote the day after a major power outage that hit the Manassas/Gainesville area back in January. I was more interested in telling the whole story than I was about paragraphing, grammar, punctuation, etc., so it may be a bit rough in parts, and may be a little difficult to follow. I had noted a few more items that I wanted to address, back then, which is why I didn’t get around to posting this sooner. Finally, over two months later, I’ve filled in those last few details.

It was around 6:10 on Tuesday, January 29, 2008. 20 minutes until my son, Matthew, needed to be at the Music and Arts Center in Manassas for his weekly guitar lesson. I was trying to get all the kids ready to go. Matthew was over at his friend Xander’s house, working on his Pinewood Derby car (the race was on Wednesday night, so he had to get as close to finished as possible (incidentally, he actually won first place in his cub scout pack’s Pinewood Derby tournament! I took tons of pictures of the whole event.)). I was in the process of getting my girls ready to go; everyone went potty, and Nikki just got finished washing her hands, but still needed help getting dressed again (she’s 2, and potty training, so the handwashing sometimes comes before the pants go back on, at this point). But as we were about to do that, the lights all went out.

This is a very rare occurrence around here, so it came as quite a shock! The girls couldn’t remember ever having experienced a power outage before, actually. Usually, the worst that happens is briefly flickering lights (and that’s rare), and maybe once or twice in the past few years the power might have gone out for 1-10 seconds, but this was different.

I told the girls to wait where they were, while I fetched a flashlight. I grabbed two: one that converts into a lantern shape, and my trusty, weapons-grade maglite. I gave the lantern-type one to Skylar, so she could provide light while I helped Nikki get dressed. Of course, she had to be wearing tights that day, which was not the easiest thing to put on a wiggly 2-year-old, in the almost-dark, in a hurry.

When we went to put our shoes and coats on, I looked out the window, and saw nothing but darkness. Usually, our whole community is lit up by streetlights and pole lights in front of every house (the HOA mandates that, actually. I should really deal with fixing mine, before I get a second violation notice about that. ssshhh!!! don’t tattle on me!). At that moment, though, the only lights I saw were flashlights and candlelights moving about in some of my neighbors’ houses. I was slightly relieved that it wasn’t just a problem in my own house, because then it would require me dealing with stuff. :)

I ran up and grabbed Matthew’s guitar, and we hurried out to the garage, where I was immediately reminded of something I hadn’t thought about yet: the automatic garage doors would not work. I was going to have to awkwardly reach up above my car and grab the handle on the string that allows operating the automatic garage door by hand.

First, I turned on my car’s headlights, though, to give us a bit more light than the flashlights were providing, without having to hold onto anything. My car’s annoyingly-bright (to other drivers on the road) headlights reflected off the wall and lit up the whole garage pretty well.

Then, I reached up and pulled the manual release string on the garage door (good thing I’ve got long monkey arms, so it wasn’t too much of a problem), then I grabbed the handle on the garage door and opened it all the way.

Next, I buckled the girls into their carseats, and backed out of the garage. Since we don’t operate the automatic garage doors manually very often, I wasn’t quite sure if opening it later would be trivial, so I didn’t close it yet. I ran into the house and unlocked the front door, then came out the garage and closed it.

As I was about to get back into my car, Lacey arrived with Matthew. She told me she’d been trying to call my cell phone, but it wasn’t going through. I suggested that maybe it was because I had been using it, off and on, as a flashlight, and maybe it doesn’t like to act as a phone when it’s being used as a flashlight.

At this point, it was already around 6:20, so she said I shouldn’t bother going, since he would be way too late. I wanted to try, though, because I get him to his guitar lesson up to 10 minutes late pretty often, and it usually takes 10-20 minutes to get there (depending on traffic/lights). So, Matthew hopped into my car, while Lacey pondered how to get into the house. I told her that the front door was unlocked, and that there was a flashlight on the floor, on the left, just inside the front door. So, she went in, and the kids and I took off for the Music and Arts Center.

On the way there, we saw the emergency lighting on at Matthew’s elementary school, and I talked to the kids about how/why they have that, and we don’t. When we got to the main road, the traffic light was out, and people were not exactly taking turns at that point, so I waited until no cars were coming on the main road before turning.

When I got to the next light, it was out, too. People were trying to take turns at this one, but they were not doing a great job of it. It was an awkward intersection. The main road had 2 main lanes and 2 turn lanes (right and left), in both directions. The other road had 1 main lane and 2 turn lanes each direction. This meant up to 14 cars could potentially be waiting at that powerless light at any given moment.

Thankfully, there were not that many cars, but even trying to coordinate 8 cars taking turns, in the dark, and in the rain (oh yeah, forgot to mention that! it wasn’t too much rain, but there was a little bit, here and there), is fairly challenging. We got through it, though, and the next light we encountered was actually functioning. Looking around, while waiting for that light, we saw the fire station, which appeared to have all lights on. We wondered whether fire stations have nothing but emergency lighting, since emergencies are when they are needed most. We watched a firetruck and an ambulance come out, sirens wailing and lights flashing. Shortly after that, our light turned green.

As we were turning, I looked to one side and a whole shopping center appeared to be without power. Then, we passed a couple of housing developments that seemed to have full power. The traffic lights were out, though, but they were fairly minor intersections, where the traffic lights have only actually recently been put in, anyway, so they didn’t pose much of a problem.

When we got to the next major intersection, the light was out. This time, it was an intersection of two main roads, where probably 16 cars could be waiting at any given time. There were a lot more cars at this intersection, but still, luckily, not 16 at once. Still, people were confused and didn’t know how to take turns properly, so it was a very dangerous place to be. While I was waiting for my turn to go straight, the person next to me decided to go ahead and go through. Since that caused everyone else to stop and wait for that car, anyway, I went through as well.

Then, we almost immediately got to another major intersection of 2 main roads, where I believe a cop was directing traffic. Phew! That sure made things easier/safer. After that, we drove past some neighborhoods with power, and some without. I couldn’t recognize a pattern from my perspective, but maybe it would make more sense if you looked at it on a map.

Around this time, I started talking to the kids about how power gets from the power plant to our homes, and what types of things can cause outages. I know I mentioned wind and ice affecting the above-ground power lines, cars running into utility poles, construction equipment digging in the wrong spots–where power lines were buried (and I told them about Miss Utility), and anything else that came to my mind. The kids listened intently, and asked a few questions that only kids would ask (i.e. cute ones. wish I could remember them!). It was fun having this opportunity to teach my kids something that ordinarily just wouldn’t come up in normal conversation.

At this point, we’d driven about 5 miles from home, and we were still seeing power outages left and right. Some lights were out, some were on. Some intersections had police officers directing traffic, but some didn’t. There seemed to be more intersections with police as we got closer to Sudley Rd. (Rt. 234 business), though, since that’s a major artery through Manassas.

When we got to the light where we needed to cross 234 to get to the shopping center with Music and Arts Center, I saw that the shopping center on the right had power (Toys R Us, Party City, etc), but the one we were going to did not. I went across anyway, though, to see if Matthew’s guitar teacher happened to be there, playing by emergency light/flashlight/candlelight. It was a stretch, but I didn’t want to rule it out, after having driven all the way there through dangerous intersections. We could see that there were people in Music and Arts Center, but there were no lights visible inside, and nobody came out to greet us when I stopped my car in front of the store to look. Oh well.

So, I drove up to Giant, because they seemed to have a LOT of lights on. As we got closer, it sortof looked light emergency lighting, but seemed like just too much lighting for that to be the case. Even one of the register number lights was on, and there were definitely employees and customers in the store. So, I went and parked my car in the far corner of the parking lot, like I always do; uphill (so no carts will roll into it) and away from most other cars.

Before going in, I tried to call Lacey, but was still unable to reach her (oh yeah, I had tried to call her repeatedly on our way there, but had not been able to get through at all. Just then I vaguely remembered hearing something, at some point, about using SMS (text messages) in emergency situations. I tried sending Lacey a message, and she got it!

Finally, I could tell her how crazy the drive had been, and tell her that the power was out at the music store. I also told her that we were going to go into Giant, since it seemed to be open, and pick up a few things. I figured that would also give the police more time to station officers to direct traffic at more intersections, and would also give the power a little bit more time to be restored. She replied that I should try to get candles and flashlights, too.

So, the kids and I got unbuckled and walked all the way across the parking lot to Giant. When we got there, there was a sign on the door that said “sorry, temporarily closed” (or something like that). I guess the customers that I had seen must have been in the store when the power went out. I figured it was probably good that we couldn’t go inside, because there’s a good chance the credit card reader wouldn’t have been working when I got to the checkout, so it was good to avoid that risk, since I had no cash on me (sorry, Clint, I did not take your advice about always carrying cash).

I was going to try to drive to a store that did have power, but I decided that with traffic the way it was, and with my car running very low on gas, I should probably just get the kids home. Then, I could potentially run out later (in the van) to pick up whatever we might need from a store that had power, somewhere.

So, I took the kids home. On the way home, we found that more intersections had police officers directing traffic, which sparked a fun conversation about the light-saber-esque devices the cops were waving around.

We also talked about why cell phones were not working, but SMS messages were. I was not all that knowledgeable about that subject, but I certainly had more to offer than my 2-, 4-, and 8-year old kids, so I told them what I did know, most of which went over their heads anyways. :)

When we got home, I sent Matthew out to open the garage door (by hand). Just as he started pulling it open, the power came back on! Then, Lacey came out to greet us.While we were gone, Lacey had found all the candles in the house, and had carefully set them up throughout the house. She was all sorts of bummed that the power came on just as we got home, because she wanted to show us her pretty candle setup. She’d spent quite a while putting them on safe [enough] surfaces that cats would not be messing with, and the end result was a functional and aesthetically pleasing candle configuration. So, we went around and turned all the lights back off as soon as we walked in, so the kids and I could enjoy the candlelit house.

That was fun, in itself, but then I had an idea for something else fun to do while the lights were all out. The kids had all received tubes of glow bracelets for Christmas, but we hadn’t gotten around to actually using them yet. So, we opened those up and got cracking (literally.. that’s how you activate the glow) on making glow bracelets and necklaces for everyone to wear and play with. That was fun for everyone, and helped us to make the most of a weird and kinda scary situation (albeit a little too late, but it certainly helped change the overall mood of the evening!)

In the days immediately after the outage occurred, I was keeping my eye on local news sources and blogs, hoping to learn more details. Here are a couple links I saved:

• WTOPnews.com: Power Outages in Northern Va. Resolved
• BLACK VELVET BRUCE LI : Power Outage In Sudley

Lacey and I went to Kohl’s in Manassas, VA tonight to buy me some t-shirts. Most of my t-shirts have either shrunk too much, from too much dryer heat over time, or they’re black (and it’s too hot out these days to be wearing black t-shirts). They had a lot of funny t-shirts to choose from, so we spent quite a while looking at them.

After we picked out some shirts, we headed over to look at towels. We’ve recently been spoiled by some very soft bamboo/cotton-blend towels, and wanted to get some more soft towels.

As we walked across the store, we noticed a pungent, sulfuric odor. At first, I thought it might have just been some cheap perfume (since we were approaching the perfume section). Lacey thought a nearby kid had a poopy diaper. Then, we noticed that water was shooting out from the ceiling about 30 feet away from us!

It’s hard to convey just how amazing this was to witness, but it was basically like an upside-down fire hydrant, only with more pressure. That’s how big around it was, though, and the force was tremendous. Someone said it was hot water, and it looked like there was steam in the air near it, but it may have just been mist from the force of the spray.

Lacey shoved me towards the checkout and said “let’s buy our shirts, and get out of here now!” She assumed that they would be shutting down the store soon, and we might not be able to check out if we waited any longer. We’d just spent 30 minutes picking out 4 shirts, and we wanted to buy them! Towels could wait.

Sure enough, as we were about to check out, an announcement came over the PA system. They said that the fire department was on their way, and the store would be shutting down. The cashier checked us out quickly, and said something like, “Well, at least I won’t have to fold all those shirts!”

On the way out, I snapped a couple pictures with my phone. They didn’t come out as well as I’d hoped, but I went ahead and circled the water spray in red, and outlined the water that I could see on the floor (on the way out) in blue. Click the thumbnails below to view the full-size photos.

As we pulled out of the parking lot, a fire engine was approaching. Hopefully the firefighters were able to turn the water off quickly, but in any case, that Kohl’s is probably going to be closed for a while. I know from experience, just how much of a hassle it is to clean up after a flood. But

Speaking of my experience with flooding… Apparently, flooding happens wherever I go. I must have some kind of super power that I don’t yet know how to control. My apartment in Blacksburg flooded 3 times. My house in Herndon flooded 3 times. My house in Bristow flooded 3 times (and I’ve blogged about 2 of them. just noticed that I never posted about the most recent one. I’ll have to do that soon. Here’s what I did post, though: one, two, three, four).

It seems that even the stores I shop at are not even safe, anymore! Hopefully this pattern will not continue, or Kohl’s might be due for 2 more floods later this year. Might want to think twice before inviting me over to your house. :(

* Edited 07/02/2007 12:00pm EST - found another picture, I knew I took 3. This one is just of the water in the aisle. Yuck!

A friend of mine sent me a link to this story on ofuzi.com today, but I couldn’t get to the site. He was nice enough to copy/paste the text so I could read it, though. Here it is, reposted so it can be enjoyed by others.

I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart.

FOR EXAMPLE: One evening last week, my girlfriend and I were getting into bed.

Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says “I don’t feel like it, I just want you to hold me.”

I said “WHAT??!! What was that?!”

So she says the words that every boyfriend on the planet dreads to hear… “You’re just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man.” She responded to my puzzled look by saying, “Can’t you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?”

Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep.

The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on
several different very expensive outfits. She couldn’t decide which one to take so I told her we’d just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said lets get a pair for each outfit. We went onto the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you…she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because
she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn’t even know how to play tennis. I think I threw her for a loop when I said, “That’s fine, honey.” She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement.
Smiling with excited anticipation she finally said, “I think this is all dear, let’s go to the cashier.”

I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, “No honey, I don’t feel like it.”

Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled WHAT?”

I then said “honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You’re just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman.” And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added, “Why can’t you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?”

Apparently I’m not having sex tonight either.

DISCLAIMER: I hope I have made it clear that I did not write this, and am merely reposting/mirroring it, not plagiarizing it. Before posting this, I searched around a bit, hoping to find a cached copy/archive of it somewhere (tried google, yahoo, live, ask, duggmirror, duggback, coral, wayback, dotcache), but had no luck with that. It is linked to on digg, but the content, itself, is not included there. The original URL, again, is http://www.ofuzi.com/2007/05/28/no-sex-tonight/

This morning, I didn’t have enough bread to make my usual breakfast: a peanut peanut butter and jelly sandwich made with toast. Plus, I was extraordinarily sleepy.

So, I decided to stop at Caribou on the way to work, to get a mocha latte and a chocolate caramel muffin.

I decided to take a Vivarin instead, and wait until I was closer to work to get food; specifically, at the drive-thru Dunkin Donuts in Manassas Park. As I pulled into the drive-thru, I realized that I can’t buy donuts that way. I wanted two donuts, but I needed to check what kinds they had, and what looked good to me today, which is something I could not do from the drive-thru.

So, I parked and went into the restaurant. After picking out a drink that looked and sounded interesting, and waiting in line for a few minutes, I ordered two donuts. With the drink, the total came to $3.something, so I handed the cashier my check card. She handed it back, and said that they do not accept credit cards.

This boggled my mind, since this is 2006, and even temporary Fireworks stands, off-brand gas stations, and parking garages accept credit cards. I used to always look for the VISA/MC symbols in a store’s door/window, or ask before ordering something, if I wasn’t sure. But the thought never even crossed my mind, since it’s so rare to encounter a place that does not accept credit cards.

Well, I only had $1 in my wallet, and was not about to try to decide which ONE donut to buy. So I walked out, and continued down the road to the Giant Food grocery store. I thought that might actually turn out to be a good thing, since I could get Krispy Kreme donuts from the bakery section, there. I was bummed to find out that this particular Giant bakes their own donuts. I could have bought a pre-packaged box of Krispy Kreme donuts, but I really only wanted to get two donuts, not 6 or 12, so I went ahead and bought two Giant bakery donuts.

The donuts were too sweet, and not as tasty as Krispy Kreme would have been, so I feel like all of that time and effort was kind of wasted. I think Dunkin Donuts would have satisfied me as well, but unfortunately they are still living in the Stone Age or something.

A few minutes ago, I realized that this is not the first time I’ve been disappointed by Dunkin Donuts. A year or so ago, I stopped at the one in Herndon, and even had my kids all psyched up about getting some donnuts. No credit cards. I do not carry cash much, at all, because I prefer to use credit/check cards to keep track of where money goes. So I had to find a different place to get donuts that day as well.

So, I am hereby doing a “lazy boycott” of Dunkin Donuts. Lazy, because I very rarely go out with the intention of buying donuts, and rarely carry [much/any] cash, so I will avoid buying Dunkin Donuts without expending any actual effort. However, if the opportunity ever *does* present itself (cash + donut craving + near a Dunkin Donuts), I will go out of my way to buy some [pre-packaged if necessary] Krispy Kreme donuts somewhere else instead.

**edit**
Oh yeah, in a quick effort to see if this was a company-wide anti-cc policy, I ran across this funny story, in which (among lots of hiliarious stuff) I learned that some Dunkin Donuts stores do accept credit cards. Definitely worth a read!
http://www.zug.com/pranks/credit_card