That’s what you get when you live in the boontoolies

The phrase in the title of this post is what my mother said to me this morning when I called her to lament the fact that we spent last night cold, and in the dark, after our power went out yet again. First off, I’ve never actually heard the word boontoolies until now, but I can only assume that it means way out in the boonies, so I accept it. This comes from a woman who was raised in the boontoolies of almost-Kentucky, Ohio; she would know.


It’s almost inevitable that if I take a deep breath and look forward to the prospect of a relaxing evening, or getting some work done on my computer, the sky is going to open up and our power will go out. While it’s true, we do live in the boontoolies, the constant power outages are really starting to get on my nerves. It’s also true that when the power goes out the weather is always either extremely cold, or extremely hot, so being in the dark also means we’ve got a freezing or a roasting baby to worry about.

Last night, instead of immediately packing up the car and taking Evan to my parents house in town, we just covered him with a million blankets (sounds safe, right?) and weathered the wind storm until the electricity thankfully blinked on sometime around 3:00 a.m.

It could have been, and very often is, worse. At least we’re not still without electricity this morning, and the power was not out long enough overnight to cost us all the food in our refrigerator, now that is a bummer when it happens.

I am crossing my fingers that we don’t have to deal with this all winter, however, I am not holding my breath.


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