there is no 911 in france

After dropping Gaius off at school today, upon returning home, I smelled smoke.  I looked around and noticed that all of the LEDs on our equipment were off.  Power Outage!  


First of all, this means that all of the French channels I so patiently waited for are now gone and have to be reprogrammed (again.) Ugh.  Secondly, no computer.  And thirdly, no hot cup of coffee.  Lack of power really cramps my style.


I'm pretty sure that the smoke is from our dishwasher.  It is an older machine, very loud and probably on its last legs.  I spoke to my neighbor Helene (she lives upstairs) and fortunately, her power was not out.  So then I called Mylene, our land lady.  According to her son Simon, Mylene is out until about 6 pm.  So, Simon came down to check out the situation.  He brought Elliot, which is the cute family dog.  After calling his dad Jean on the phone, he managed to restore power to our house.  Well, power to everything but the dishwasher and the stove.  It looks like the dishwasher knocked out the power.  And I'm really wishing very hard that they will find it necessary to replace it with a new one.


It looks like salad for dinner is a good idea.  But, and even better idea would be for us to check out Cafe Madrid down the street.  They have been closed since August 28th (before we arrived) and are reopening tonight at 5 pm.  Sounds like kismet to me.

Simon & Elliot just after restoring my power!

à bientôt!