So this huge thunderstorm hit Arlington on Friday. Actually, it didn't even seem that bad at the time. Just a typical summer storm, with a cell going right over sleepy little Arlington. Well, apparently that cell had it in for us, because a huge downdraft caused a lot of damage on our street. The telephone pole right across the street from our front two was snapped in two, sending a few power lines crashing to the street.
I guess down the road a fairly large sized tree was knocked over onto a house and power lines. And the force of this was enough to cause our telephone pole to snap. Understandably this caused the wires to go flying. The Arlington fire department was here pretty quickly, and it was only purely chance that Laura got nosy enough at just the right time to overhear somebody say that we would be at least overnight without any power.
So, we did what anybody would do when confronted with a) a cranky baby b) 80 degree weather and c) some serious, drip-off-the-body humidity: we hightailed it down to RI to spend a night with Andy's grandparents. Good thing too; it was just under 24 hours without power. When we had finally arrived back in Arlington we found a freezer full of unfrozen food, and a refrigerator full of highly suspect food. The worst part? We had just gone shopping not a day before! Actually even worse than that was the 16 ounces of breast milk that we had to throw away.
