I got out of bed at 4 in the morning to remove my raw loaves from the fridge and fire up the oven. The day had finally come to bake my first loaves of bread.
While the oven heated and the loaves came to room temperature, I put together
some chocolate chip cookie dough and started baking. My thought was that I could sell the cookies at the weekly farmers market, and I wanted to do a test run.
By 6:30, the cookies were done, the oven was hot enough, and my loaves were ready.
I slid two loaves onto my improvised baking stone; two more loaves waited on the counter. Five minutes later, the power went out.
By 7, there was still no power, no phone service, and the school bus we set our watches by was no where to be
seen. Something was wrong.
Cristian, the pool guy who speaks no English, arrived at our door and told us that a utility pole fell on a bus on the main road, the only road, that leads in and out of town. At least that’s what I think
he said.
A half hour later, a bus arrived, not Lauren’s bus but one that was packed with kids. She got on it and off she went. Gary and I had appointments lined up to look at houses for rent, so we hopped in the car to take a look
at the accident sight. The pole was still completely blocking the road. We will look at no houses today.