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Day Eight: It's Electric! and Other Tales of Excitement and Woe

The (Cyber) Bag of Weasels

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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

Day Eight: It's Electric! and Other Tales of Excitement and Woe

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As I write this, I am sitting beside an open window in our room without power. Since the wee hours of the morning, we have been experiencing vicious thunderstorms. (It is currently around 10:30 a.m.) Those thunderstorms that we observed over the mountains last night--gloating that "we're in the dry forest and rain hardly ever comes here"--are now having their fun with us.

On our way to breakfast, we were walking along the front walkway and there was an earsplitting thunderclap and little sizzles of electricity danced before my eyes. All of the car alarms in the parking lot went off. When we rounded the corner to Reception and the restaurants, we found out that the lightning had struck on or very close to the boat docked about 100 yards/meters from where I sit right now. Lots of people saw ti and brown smoke coming off the boat, but everything appeared to be fine. I, of course, lamented that we couldn't be one minute earlier so that I could have seen it. Such is life, I guess.

The power has been flickering on and off. The resort has a generator, but that must not be working at the moment because we are currently OFF. Not that I mind. I've been without power for eight days straight in the past (water too, since my parents are on a well), so this is nothing! :^P

However, I think that our snorkeling trip to the Wall is OFF too...just like the power. (Oh! The badness!)

I forgot to mention in yesterday's entry that Bobby and I spent much of supper discussing ideas for my Midhavens stories. He really helped focus a lot of my thoughts and solidify some ideas. We are still collaborating on a novel, just as soon as I finish my current project.


Well, the storm finally blew over at about 1 p.m., the lights came on, and everything has returned to normal. The poor boat, though, has a charred streak down the side of it where the lightning hit.

We went to the pool and then to the beach where--after a healthy head start during our couple of hours of lights out--I finished revising all five chapters of AMC that I'd brought along. We headed over to Las Palmas for an early supper and are back on the beach.

It's our last evening and--as I told Bobby--I will miss Puerto Rico and Copamarina, but we have had such a full and wonderful holiday that I can't complain. It's hard to believe that it was only a week ago we were just arrived.
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