I can push out the jive just fine, but I really have problems bringing in the love.
I'm taking a bit of a risk, blogging tonight. Not because I am currently hanging off a cliff with my left hand and typing with my right, but because the power has been off for about a total of three hours tonight and has gone off and come back on many, many times, and my computer is a delicate flower.
The first light I could find came from my phone - cordless, schmordless, I've had this phone (see-through with teen-girl-color insides) for years and will have it as long as it works. So I called my mom, and after forty minutes of talking to her from the dark, accepted this new lightless reality and went off in search of real light - flashlights, candles, lighters, whatever.
I'm quite lucky to have the mother that I have -- she talked to me basically the whole time, taking my low-voiced "it's back on again. now it's off. on. off" interjections in stride. At one point, she said "Wow, I think I'm turning on every light in the house because I know it's dark for you" (this because I was keeping her thoroughly updated on the status of darkness). Nothing like gratuitous light-turning-on to make a person feel loved.
It's amazing to me that in middle America in the year 2006, I would be scrounging around in the dark looking for a way to make fire. This is not a complaint about the electric company's service -- in fact, it's probably telling that I had such a problem coming up with alternatives to electricity. It's more like, damn -- we see ourselves as so very advanced, and yet at any second you can be plunged back into the most basic world, sewing by candlelight.
But, 1806 conditions or not, the Halloween costume must go on.
The first light I could find came from my phone - cordless, schmordless, I've had this phone (see-through with teen-girl-color insides) for years and will have it as long as it works. So I called my mom, and after forty minutes of talking to her from the dark, accepted this new lightless reality and went off in search of real light - flashlights, candles, lighters, whatever.
I'm quite lucky to have the mother that I have -- she talked to me basically the whole time, taking my low-voiced "it's back on again. now it's off. on. off" interjections in stride. At one point, she said "Wow, I think I'm turning on every light in the house because I know it's dark for you" (this because I was keeping her thoroughly updated on the status of darkness). Nothing like gratuitous light-turning-on to make a person feel loved.
It's amazing to me that in middle America in the year 2006, I would be scrounging around in the dark looking for a way to make fire. This is not a complaint about the electric company's service -- in fact, it's probably telling that I had such a problem coming up with alternatives to electricity. It's more like, damn -- we see ourselves as so very advanced, and yet at any second you can be plunged back into the most basic world, sewing by candlelight.
But, 1806 conditions or not, the Halloween costume must go on.
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