[insert Twightlight Zone theme song here]
Curled up in bed with my laptop, the mattress heater on high, and the hail pounding furiously at the windows I am reminded of a time exactly one year ago.
One year ago Sebastien was in New Caledonia for work. During that week, an extremely rainy cold-front hit the city. It was the coldest of the year so far. Our electricity blew a fuse and it took me ages to find the fuse box. The halogen light in the kitchen blew as well so I had to buy a replacement. And then there was the moron who came around the corner in front of our house too fast and slid into the concrete pole. The accident happened at about 4:00 in the morning. No doubt the driver was drunk since all I saw, after realizing the violent shaking of the house wasn’t an earthquake, was the car limping down the road at a very slow-paced get-away.
Today, Seb left for New Caledonia. The power blew a fuse before he left the house so thankfully he took care of it. By the time he was on his plane we were hit by a shocking cold-spell followed by harsh rain, thunderstorms, and a flurry of hail storms which hasn’t stopped. I replaced the halogen in the kitchen this evening after I realized it had blown too. Luckily that pack of halogens I bought last year had two bulbs.
Coincidence?
He’ll be back in four days. That gives any one of you moron’s out there a chance to fulfill the prophecy. Your concrete pole awaits.
…on second thought. Don’t do that . That will really freak me out.
