We had a huge wind plow through Southeastern Michigan last night stronger than a bulldozer and about as dangerous. Not only were trees older than Methuselah uprooted, power poles downed, and lawns covered with an inch of thick hail, but the power went out.
What? No power?
What will we do?
My Kindle had registered only 15% the night before, and I hadn’t recharged. However, I had found my old one (when I cleaned my office, something that had been desperately needed) two days earlier and had charged the poor thing. It hadn’t seen juice in almost a year.
So my evening consisted of holding a flashlight over the dinosaur Kindle, then giving up and allowing it to ‘tell me’ the story in that wacko computerized voice that sounds like a kid talking into a fan (yes, this IS something we all did as kids).
Didn’t sleep well at all: worried about the flooding in the yard, the downed trees and branches, and the possibility of the crawl space filling up once again. We have workers waterproofing our home as I write this. And many of the older homes in our area have very limited space beneath them. In our case, 8-12 inches only.
Then my mind kicked in (as always, there’s a story in each situation). If they drained the water, what might they find? Our home is over 140 years old. Coins? Hunks of wood? Old pieces of insulation? Maybe a live groundhog. Our yard is a wild animal refuge. Not by choice.
Can’t you picture it? A guy is in a white suit (why on earth do they choose white when going under an old home like ours?) crawls under and comes out screaming. You can’t make out the words, only that he’s whiter than some of the hail had been, and his eyes are the size of last night’s salad plates.
He starts blubbering, rambling, crying. I mean, this guy’s scared!
Eventually, he convinces his boss to crawl under. Boss man comes out two minutes later with a bone. A human bone. Eventually, an entire skeleton.
Yeah, I know. I find a suspense novel in every single thing that happens.
How about you? What do you do when the power goes out? Do you think up a new novel?