It was a dark and stormy night. Rain slammed against the windows in sheets that seemed to rattle the whole house. It was spooky to be alone during this kind of storm but everyone else wasn’t arriving until tomorrow. I lit up the fireplace (gas thank god!) and at least had somewhat of a cozy feeling. It didn’t last long. I heard a big POP and sizzle right before the lights went out! Good thing I had a fire else I’d have been stuck all alone in the pitch black of a strange house. I’ve seen too many movies to know that is not a good thing.
I rummaged through the kitchen drawers and finally found an old flashlight. I pulled on my comfy, wool fingerless gloves and headed out to the garage to look for a circuit box. I remember my Dad once showing me how to reset a circuit breaker. He said even girls should know how to do this stuff. Thanks Dad, I thought to myself as I found what looked like the circuit box but as soon as I reached for the box my flashlight went out! It was pitch black in the garage and cold. All I could do was feel around with my hands to find how to open the box. Good thing I was wearing my wool fingerless gloves as my hands now became my eyes.
I found a latch, gave it a tug and the little door swung open. I still couldn’t see but felt along the line of breakers for the one out of position like my Dad showed me. I found it and gave it a push but it snapped right back. Then I remembered you have to push it one way then the opposite way to get it back in position. I tried that and BINGO all the lights came back on. I was so proud of myself! I headed back inside and sat next to the fire after making some hot chocolate and thought about how much I love my Dad.