Lesson of the day: DO NOT PARK near trees.
Now it's evening and the wind has picked up again. Rachel is sleeping on the couch because I am scared to put her in her room on the top floor. So far we have power, but there are numerous outages in the area and the temps are plummeting down to 20 or below tonight. So I am wondering just why Larry had to try to "fix" the gas fireplace in the den last week. It didn't look broken to me, but he claims the jets weren't burning right. Now, they're not burning at all. And neither of us can remember the name of the guy who has fixed the fireplaces before.
We went downstairs later and noticed that the pilot light in the basement fireplace was out. Because the last time we tried to light the pilot was so traumatizing, we decided to just turn off the gas and wait for the guy who we can't call because we can't remember his name to miraculously show up at our house and fix everything. That solution may seem irrational, but it is way more sensible and inexpensive than divorce lawyers.
Sometimes? I cannot believe we are grownups.