So we were twenty minutes away from the end of last night’s Dateline mystery, just as the authorities were closing in on the real killer – we lost power. My initial instinctive writerly thought was: “He knows we’re on to him!”.
The windstorm that had assailed Toronto earlier, blowing in store windows and tossing patio furniture around the downtown core, finally hit Montreal – and, specifically, our street. As I looked out the window, I noticed that houses on the surrounding streets still had power.
Oh here’s your problem. A downed power line.
This morning, I transferred all the meat and seafood over to my sister’s freezer.
And, since mom couldn’t cook, we went out for lunch!
Smoke Meat Pete, Part II!
Today, my big job will be to finish the leftover ice cream before it all melts.
Wish me luck!
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