I suppose it’s appropriate that we have a dog named Murphy when Murphy’s Law seems to be the ruling influence in our lives.
We managed to get our hands on a generator while we were down in NYC. We managed to cram it into the Jetta. We managed to figure out how to get it running, despite the pathetically obtuse user manual. After we managed to do all that, within ten minutes, the power came back on.
But, wait! Two hours later, it was back down, and seemed like it would be staying that way. So, my dad (being an electrical engineer) patched the generator into the circuit breaker box so we could run the furnace – at that point, everyone was heartily sick of being cold – and moments after he flipped the switch, the power came back up.
Isn’t it ironic? But I guess the generator did fulfill a purpose…we have power. :)