Okay, so it really wasn’t that dramatic for us. We had church at 8:00am, so we woke up at 7:00 (after going to bed at 3:00, and listening to roosters crowing since 3:30 . . .) to get ready. I was changing my clothes and Micah was still in bed when the house started shaking. It didn’t last very long and it wasn’t very powerful. We thought it was an earthquake, but then we weren’t sure. We just moved in, so maybe the house just shook every once in a while? Maybe the boys downstairs got in a fight and were wailing on each other? Maybe the semi that just drove by on the highway made it shake? The power didn’t go out for a few minutes after the quake, so we didn’t really associate the two events at first, and we expected the power to come on again at any moment. But it didn’t.
We drove back to Hauula for our last week in our old ward (it was the Primary program . . . they wanted me to bring two loaves of sandwiches for the after-program party), where we were informed that everything was cancelled. We went back home and got back in bed, but then our landlord knocked on the door to let us know that we had to ration our water because the sewer system is partially dependent on electricity, so we were facing possible sewer back-up if we took a really long shower or used the toilet too often. After our four hour nap, we still didn’t have power. We got some of our stuff organized (the kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom are more or less put together; the living room and office? not so much) before Kareena, Shelley, and Whitney came over to visit. They live off-campus, so they had food, but they couldn’t stay too long because they had ice cream melting in the freezer that needed to be taken care of (we still don’t know how ours faired). Micah’s intern, Jay, who lives on-campus, called and said he was dying of starvation, so we took him and his roommate one of the loaves of sandwiches and some of our hard boiled eggs (actually, we went to his dorm right as he was coming to our apartment, so we missed each other at first, but then ran into each other on the way back home).
Our 5:00 dinner date with the Mills family (one of the families Micah home taught) was, unexpectedly, not cancelled. The Mills are professional Scouting people, so they were like, “No electricity? No problem!” We had a delicious dinner of mashed potatoes, broccoli and cauliflower, Dutch oven roast beef with carrots, salad, and banana-tapioca pudding. Delicious. It was the first time we had been invited to dinner by a family in our ward (besides Ken, who was our landlord as well), and it happened just as we were moving out. Figures. But it was oh so good. A home cooked meal that we didn’t have to cook ourselves! And it did not involve 1. Poi 2. Kalua pork 3. Po’e 4. Fried anything 5. Plain rice, all of which are things I dislike, but which seem to be served at every gathering here in Polynesia. It was real American food at its finest. Yum yum. We spent a few more hours in their candle-lit living room playing games with the Mills and the Hansens (Micah’s HT companion and his family). The Mills have five girls (ranging in age from 5 to 17) and the Hansens have two girls (aged 2 and 4), so it was pretty much a girl party. The youngest of the Mills and the two Hansens decided they liked brushing my hair, so I spent a good half hour being groomed by a couple of pre-schoolers before we headed home to our dark apartment.
The nice thing about having the power out is that the chickens are quiet, so we got about five hours of good sleep before the power came back on (over twenty hours after it went out) and the roosters started crowing. I’m pretty sure we are going to get used to them at some point. I hope it is sooner rather than later.